Well life isn't so bad in Nairobi. Nai-robbery. We live in a nice neighborhood, in a nice house that comes with a dog (nice german shepard who's called Leo). We have a normal life. We go to work and come home to be together and say "how was your day, honey?" I cook, I do the dishes, he does the rest of the cleaning and the finances. Sadly typical, yet comforting.
Don't worry anyone, this is our house, inside a walled and guarded compound. You can't see this from the road.
Welcome, as you come in the door (which is on the side of the house)- here is what you see.
Don't worry anyone, this is our house, inside a walled and guarded compound. You can't see this from the road.
Welcome, as you come in the door (which is on the side of the house)- here is what you see.
Walk across the room and look back, you can see we have a sweeet loft upstairs area....
And looking down from the loft on the living room.
But just when you get tired of the normal life- jonsing for some camel meat, scarred donkeys, diarrhea, cold showers, and the wind in your hair - a field visit to bases saves the day... Mandera, Garissa or Nakuru (and Mario heads to Somalia), just enough to spice it up enough to remind us why we love our jobs: the dusty, bumpy roads, big camels (cute and tastey), dirty kids (cute and funny), land cruisers, cement mixes and sunburns.
