Toto was half right with his song. I will definately miss Africa generally and Kenya specifically, although I could have done without the weeklong thunderstorms. But I am leaving tonight, perhaps forever or until I can find a way to come back again. It is time for new adventures and insanities.
I celebrated my bon voyage in proper expatriateness with Hilary, who I will thank endlessly for being in Nairobi, being a friend, having gentleman callers, and our shared obsession with Jack. (She also gave me some mystery CDs to get me though Turkmenistan). Friday was a rocking evening at Havanas where we stumbled into the SA versus England Rugby Match. For the Americanos amoung us, the Rugby World Cup, which is kind of a big deal, is ongoing. New Zealand are the strong favorites, but SA did it in '94, so I have high hopes. The beers were excellent, the crowd loud and rowdy, and victory to the RSA. It was actually an anihillation (20 something to zero).
Saturday was a proper night on the town. Mercurys to start because we like to pretentd we are swanky and classy. They also make an excellent Manhattan Jack with bitters. Too fabulous for words and its pink. Then we went to Gypsies because boxes of bars can never be a bad thing. We ran into macedonians and generally made a ruccus of ourselves before heading to Casas. I will miss sheesha bars, bonfires, and sandpits. Lenana road is definately where its at.
So, I'm off to pack my carry on bag, get a last supper (Sierras), and leave on a jet plane. Little tragedy to be sure.
Ciao Kenya and Farewell Nairobi
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