Shorts in Kenya

Before planning an adventure, think twice if you need it? And if you do decide, be optimistic and accept everything with a smile. Our trip started with a fever after three shots, no plan and being late for check-in at the Zaporozhye airport! Having swept with a breeze through different cities and locations of California, we could not sit still. I wanted to leave / leave / fly out of the comfort zone again and Kenya somehow appeared on the horizon. Misha has a good university friend who has invited him to his house more than once and promised a sea of ​​adventures. Not really bothering to study the country, we almost blindly bought tickets from Turkish Airlines and prepared to surprise our Kenyan friend. The trouble was that Stoney turned out to be much faster than us and decided to drive off to Amsterdam for these dates! We learned about this very unexpected turn of events literally a couple of weeks before departure. I had to quickly look for places to stay and deal with logistics while still in Ukraine. Fortunately, we managed to contact the Kenyans who spent their student years in Kh Shorts in Kenya arkov. They helped us out both with housing and transport. Low bow to the guys. Imagine the expression on the face of a man who had been waiting for a trip to Africa for several months, was riding on the checkpoints from Kharkov to Zaporozhye, finally got to the airport and ... saw an empty hall with a closed check-in counter. We're late! Fortunately, the rush, bustle and banging of the head on all the doors paid off and we were nevertheless taken on the flight! The flight took about 12 hours in total, and here we are at the Nairobi airport, paying 50 bucks for a visa and actively stuffing antiseptics into our pockets. The meat grinder started from the very first minutes. Nairobi has ground all our fears, expectations and stereotypes. I spiced it up with my rhythm, smells, slums, 4G internet, paramilitary guards and, of course, people with a different skin color from ours. Misha establishes the first contacts with local tycoons. This red dust settles everywhere: on shoes, clothes, collars. In Nairobi, there are a lot of sites where, instead of asphalt, there is just soil underfoot. Even at the airport I had to buy myself with a local card. We paid about 20 bucks (20 bucks, Karl!) And got unlimited calls and 2Gb traffic. After ringing for an hour, we managed to get through to the local guys, and they docked us with a young man, whose task was to deliver two "whites" from the airport directly to the city. On this day, a marathon was held in Nairobi. Most of the major roads were closed and the driver had to look for alternative routes to the center. This is how we got to know the slums of Kibera. Africa's largest urban slums are located just five kilometers from the city center. Most of them are human-sized huts riveted from pieces of rusty metal, cellophane, cardboard and God knows what else. Just a couple of hours ago we were drinking wine on the plane and looking at Africa from a height, and now we are trying to realize everything that we see. And we see the land, sent knee-deep with garbage, mixed with hundreds of inhabitants. The driver asked to close the windows while driving so that passers-by would not notice the two white passengers in the car. https://jiji.co.ke/25-shorts