Modern Coach bus to Nairobi – 9 hours, but in comfort. Sat in VIP at the front – Ksh1,600 – well worth it! Air-conditioned comfort.
Met Shadia at the bus station – she had gone back to Nairobi a day earlier. I was thankful to meet a friendly face. It was getting dark and I was in the most dangerous city in Africa after all. Nairobi reminded me of Jakarta in its chaos. Two of Shadias university friends were here too. We went to a supermarket first to buy wine, beer and Redds, a kind of alcoholic pop, then we grabbed a taxi for Ksh1,000 to Shadia’s apartment, just outside Nairobi. I was taking a chance – I didn’t want a repeat of the Jinja fiasco in Uganda – but I trusted this girl for some reason. The ride there was one of many a near-miss, and we saw a lot of overturned cars, and a lot of reckless driving. We reached her apartment, set in a nice leafy complex. It was small but cosy, simple yet sufficient, and reminded me a little of my apartment in Japan. One room with a bed at one end, a small sofa and a table with a TV, and a kitchen area. I dropped my backpack off, and we popped downstairs to see her friends, Nesh and Daniel. It was a nice evening. They’re all students. Back at Shadias, we all waited while Shadia rustled up a simple rice dish with succulent goat meat, which tasted great. Slept the night, but it was, surprisingly, a cold, chilly evening, and the sound of traffic roaring past on the nearby ‘death highway’ made for a largely sleepless night. The promise of a guided day out in Nairobi kept my spirits up and my body warm.