I had one day in Nairobi to get ready to go to the field in Tanzania. Thankfully, I had 8 1/2 hours of sleep behind me, so I was feeling full of energy. The day went something like this: [By the way, I never use last names in my blog posts, to protect the innocent -- and the guilty.] - Have breakfast at the hotel. - Go to the museum - see lots of old friends and colleagues (Emma, Purity, Mary, Chris, Musyoka, Tima, the taxi drivers, the guy who brings newspapers...). - Get into the storeroom where all of my belongings are kept in locked trunks, and I rifle through them, putting aside a variety of things I'll need: field clothes, maps of East Africa, binoculars and animal guides, etc. It's a little bit like re-finding buried treasure - my favorite field pants! A nearly full bottle of sunscreen! - Get some things organized for our Kenya field season, which will begin in late June. - I head to the Sarit Center (a mall in the Nairobi suburbs of Westlands) to get some cash, grab lun...
My travel adventures. Read at your own risk -- of wanting to join me. Details (names, institutions) are real and true, but usually left purposefully vague.