Nairobi, Kenya: How to Killl Time

Back in Nairobi, and not for any of the reasons we planned upon.

We stopped in Lake Naivasha for what was supposed to be a jolly good time spent relaxing and biking through Hells Gate. Instead Justine spent most of the time puking in the shell of an old bus. Now don't fret, it wasn't the first shelter we could find along the way, it was just the cheapest that had a bed in the area. They had a series of combis, buses and cars converted into bedrooms, and along with the payment for a bed, Justine got a little more than she bargained for and got food poisoning to boot.

A few days of that and we headed for Nairobi, fearing the possiblity of malaria. 2.50 CAD later and we knew that she didn't have malaria. Now a few more doctors visits, a few body samples, several drug prescriptions and a lot of days spent in bed Justine is slowly starting to eat again.

Now what? We don't know. We have until next Thursday until we fly to Cairo, and Justine still isn't 100percent to take a matatu or any of the other forms of bumpy crowded dusty travel to get out of the city. So it may be another six days of twiddling our thumbs and dreaming of camels and pyramids for us. Although time has been passed well enough watching Chris dip spring rolls in Chinese tea.