This episode will be short, because I am pretty tired when I write this in Doha airport…
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.
At first I have to say, that I recommend to everyone, that do such a trip or even have a time with lot of experiences in such a sort time – do a blog or a diary! Even after this four days, I start mix up things and loose some minor memories within all the stuff going on here.
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.
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