Yellow House

given how little I have written over the past two months,
and how little I have done today,
you would have thought,
that I would be able to generate a semi-interesting entry about something. Alas. It is just not that day.

Nairobi weather is snarly. I am beginning to think this country is unable to do anything in moderation. Today it rained and rained and rained. And I waited and waited and waited. It was unclear for a good part of the day exactly what I was waiting for. A diversion perhaps. I could have done with a diversion. I was at such a loose end at one point I actually went to see the doctor (this is what happens when your health care is fully covered - ha!). I needed a new prescription for malaria pills so it was a fairly useful visit as far as these things go.

Now you might recall I talked of Uganda this week. And you might wonder therefore why I am wandering around Nairobi listlessly getting wet. Well. There is a story. But this is neither the time nor place. I think the underlying problem is that there are just too many fabulous travel destinations. And I am currently unable to make decisions.

Last Monday, I place the burden of where we should go firmly on the shoulders of Abbie. Uganda it was. Until about 12 hours before she was leaving and a new stellar plan was devised. We would go to lake Bogoria and Baringo and I envisioned lazing (because that's all I am good for) in a devastating beautiful spot by the water with my book. It unravelled about 15 minutes after we reconnected, 5 days later. Abbie did go to the lakes, but just for a day trip. I came to Nairobi. I don't want to look at the lakes, I want to go there and breathe them in. So another time.

But now.. now its Monday night. Abbie is yet to arrive from Nakuru, and I am gearing up to make a meal that is shockingly the sort of dinner I would prepare for my father. It's not worth describing. Re-reading this.. its clear that there is a lot of things I am leaving out. Ho-hum. So back I go.

I came to Nairobi for a book reading. It was a lovely night. No it was a cold night, but I enjoyed it immensly. It wasn't so much a book reading either as much as many people reading from an anthology and then congratulating each other on how brilliant they all are. Ha. But the thing is, they are. It was very good. One of the pieces was astoundingly fabulous and I would go far, on a bumpy road, via Kenayn public transportation, even if it was a Tuesday, just to see her again. Another was so emotionally raw, I'm not sure how she could stand there and read it. A certain reader I favoured above all others.

So there are four more days left of this week of many choices. A decision must be made. We have gone the gamut of plans.. hiking Mt. Longonot, flying to Lamu. Each plan had a pit fall, but maybe we just didn't want to nail ourselves down. Currently Abbie is petitioning for Mombasa, and I am rooting for Arusha. So we'll see..

Hope this finds you all happy and healthy. b xx