Early in the morning we drove through Esfahan to the bus station. My host was a crazy driver…

This episode will be short, because I am pretty tired when I write this in Doha airport…

My lovely hosts mother took me to her company today. It is an insurance company close to the city center. Actually the palace is about 25 km away from the inner city. It is a wide spread area. There are not so much big cities in Kenya. Most important are Nairobi and Mombassa at the [...]

Wanja and me went this morning down to the city be a Matatu ride. From outside of town this can be Sh70 to Sh100 to get there. We changed, and I get used to the Matatu’s. One of them was so awful loud inside with the Hip Hop music next to my ear, that I felt like becoming deaf – and I am used to loud discotheques.

Uuuh! Even after my morning sport I felt dizzy this morning. But it was more the problem, that I didn’t slept the hole night through. I was working all night on my blog and then barely fall asleep and woke up all the time again and again. Anyway, we woke up and moved. This is something my in-passionate personality loves. Get your ass up an do something. Outside the house, we found out, what drunken drivers could do to the other peoples car. Some one missed the parking space by half a meter and pushed parked car out of his space. A third of the car was hanging over a cliff, while the front was completely demolished. Don’t drink and drive! You can’t do two things at the same time. First drink, then drive, then drink again.

I mentioned that I felt like in a jail, when I noticed all the keys, locks, blocking bars, doors, gates, spiked wires, electric fences, walls, guards, watchmen, guns, riffles, machine pistols, security lights, body guards, etc. This is for sure and fact much more true than all over Europe, and maybe the most countries all over the world.

Writing down all this took me always a while. Maybe I will put in less photos, because I got not much sleep at the moment, but there is each day so a lot of things happening… Get up early again. Like a good German, I am again the first in the kitchen, cleaning up and [...]