Carnivore is a popular, expensive, touristy place that used to serve wild game like zebra.
This is the way it goes: you sit down, order your drink (which could be made by the roaming bartender with his Mai Tai fixings hanging around his neck like a peanut vendor at a baseball game), they bring the spinning condiment platter-with sauces designated for each type of meat, and then festive waiters in safari hats bring around meat and you wave them over if you want them to cut you off a slice onto your plate. I have never felt so full in my life!
Complete with Ostrich meatballs. This is Godfrey who is our favorite Nairobi taxi driver. And yes, this is how I come out in most pictures here, as if it wasn't already obvious enough how white I am in comparison to the Africans!
A jam in Nairobi. And the billboard for Nakumatt-the SM of Kenya.
Cool way to sell newspapers! I'm sure we've all seen wierder things for sale outside the car window. How I wish I had just spent the 50 pesos and bought a pair of those glasses with the nose and mustache!
Anand's house-our borrowed pad for a month while staying Nairobi.
And the garden out back! Complete with the peaceful river sounds and monkeys swinging through the trees and crawling on the roof.
Uhuru Park refreshments, Nairobi. They have the good Coca Cola here.
Paid our tribute to Wangari Maathai by visiting Freedom Corner where she and a group of mothers staged a non-violent protest to demand the release of the sons who were being held by the government unlawfully because they spoke out against the government. They were finally brutally attacked and forced to leave. The women responded to the police in the most unlikey way. In Kenya the tradition is to treat every woman as your mother, especially if they are older. So when the police came the older women took off their shirts to shame the young men and the police left. Brilliant!
Traveling on the Nairobi buses
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