I watched some weaverbirds making nests while running on the treadmill the other morning. Picking up twigs from the children’s playground they industriously wove them together. I marvel that they make 5-6 nests for every one they use (better protection). I especially marvel that the entrance to the domed nests is at the bottom and when they lay their eggs they somehow stay inside.
I like that at the UN cafeteria there is food from all over the world. I especially like that the line up for African food is longest.
The brakes to the bus that took us to/from Naivasha sounded exactly like screech owls.
I withdrew 300,000 from the bank the other day. Ugandan shillings that is.
Traffic there is like bumper cars without the bumps. There is a discernible pattern but it’s very hard to find.
Confession time: I get a little (okay big) thrill when the UNDP driver, John picked me up in the UN vehicle. Makes me shiver.
To take a matatu (public transit van) when it’s raining costs double.
Seen on the back of a matatu (think wild and crazy drivers that trace modern art patterns through traffic): Pray for us
Made cookie dough the other night in Nairobi. There was no electricity so couldn’t bake (no problem, in my house cookie dough rarely makes it into the oven). I joked with a Honduran guest that this was how all Canadians ate cookies. Had to quickly correct myself when she believed me.
When bulls fight it’s the grass that gets hurt (Honduran saying from said guest.)