Travel Memoirs: Nairobi
When I first set foot in Nairobi it was the start of the “big” rainy season but the sun was shining so brightly. I was pleasantly surprised as I was expecting a downfall of rain to meet me upon arrival. I remember vividly the smell of damp earth mixed with the distinctive scent of cooking fires and a sign at Nairobi airport that read: “Smile. You're in Kenya.” How could I not? I had just landed in the pulse of Africa and I was ready to see, try and taste it all. Taxi drivers haggle between themselves about who is going to take the taxi fare whilst I listened indulgently to their Swahili. They finally agree on a price, and...