Nairobi

lately i have read through various how tos and travel blogs and I've realised I've started going of track. i wanted to write this blog attempting to make people laugh uncontrollably and i don't think I've been doing that properly. and my mum is probably right when she says i can't go around using my age as an excuse for every thing no mater that it is an easy excuse to use. but probably the main reasons my persistence and creativity is derailing is because I'm lazy (hence the month long gaps between posts, poor writing and hours staring at a blank blog pages attempting to "create something from nothing" <Charlie and the chocolate factory (musical)) and travel. the second is probably a poor excuse as i can't write a travel blog if I'm not um i don't know traveling, so yes that was another attempt to blame some one or in this case something else. so lets just say laziness while be the death of me. but although laziness is an addiction, my addiction (petty as it is), I'm attempting to put my foot down. why you may ask well cause u kind of need to if u intend to go anywhere. u could technically hop but i don't think that people generally want to stand around looking like a flamingo. back on track this gap between current location and current post needs to be closed and a terrible attempt at writing everything in a very summarised form is not working for me. now cause i have absolutely nothing more to say i will say ok witch to me means something u say when u have nothing to say anymore about a certain topic idea or statement. ok.


Now that that is out of the way i probably should talk about kenya.

Once in Nairobi we entered the big grey building, its impossible to miss. big grey prison like building little slits for windows stands out like a sore thumb from all the nice greenery of Nairobi then dominates your vision once u get 20 meters away. If you're going or are currently going or u got out of the plane and had a sudden weird urge to read some light literature this big grey building is  ebola control. we went in and we filled out extensive paper work indicating that we haven't got 10 different sicknesses we haven't been to ebola ridden countries and like usual reason for visit. after going through the ebola control and immigration we got our bags and met the driver.
going through an airport usually takes 20 minutes with no bags, 30 with and if its an african ebola fearing country it takes almost an hour but thats not the point. the point is the 2 hour long drive to the hotel through the worst traffic i have ever seen.
after spending too long in a car in the middle of traffic when it was hammering with rain we got to the hotel and crashed.
After one of the few full nights of sleep we had since the valleys we saw the Patrizi (friends from Italy who now live in Nairobi) or to be more specific Sveva and Harriet. we went to the village (a shopping mall probably bigger then most of the tribal villages in Ethiopia and definitely richer) got toured around and then went back to the hotel while the parents went to a museum. in this period of parental absence (dad doesn't count) i agreed to help sveva do her essay on medc and ledc countries. i know, i know what kind of sad person wants to do work on holiday that is optional, but what can u do when u miss school for 3 months and u have a messed up urge to do some stupid menial work. after meeting the young ones (giorgio and francesco or giorgino fraz and franny the fish, which ever 2 u prefer) we went to their house and then to a friend of theirs house to celebrate Guido's birthday (Sveva's dad). after lots of laughter loud conversations and drinking (on the grown ups part obviously) we went back home.
Parents being parents organised the next day for us and they did a rather good job. Harriet organised us going on an excursion out of town to see an animal sanctuary. we spent the morning driving occasionally stopping to look at the rift valley (same one). once we arrived we all suddenly had an unexplainable urge to pop up on to the roof and perch there like baboons as we passed zebra, kudu and the occasional giraffe. after visiting the bar we went of for lunch with the intention of coming back later.
later when we did it was for a horse ride around the reservoir. here is a useful tip for the feature don't wear shorts never wear shorts when horse ridding.
then we were back and of and away