Drive to Samburu

9:09 AM 12/7/2011

its 8ish pm africa time. we are on the way to samburu. i am currently in the car. we had to stop and wait for the police to catch up to us. apparently their services are available
like an escort service. money money money...thats what it all boils down to. but in reality if no one was concerned, i wouldn't feel a concern. maybe its my ignorance. but i have
no 'spider sense'...no feeling of impending doom...no worry that anything bad will happen to us. So that makes us ok, right?

the police are behind us. it is dark. the clouds are beautiful and the moon is shining bright. We stopped at "the roots restaurant" to wait for them to catch up to us. I automatically say "lets have a drink!?" haha.

we had a choice. in life there's always choices.
go with what you know, or live in the moment of authenticity and take what native/local products have to offer.

instead of my regular TUSKER beer, i tasted the white caps- lager.

so smooth.

i'm embracing the culture and all it has to offer. :)

i thouroughly enjoyed the ride here. taking pictures- it is as if every person was something to be captivated. something special, and they don't even know how authentic they are.
they don't even know how much i admire them. they don't even know how weak they make me feel. to be so enduring, to let down your pride....for them to have joy in SEEING a tourist and be happy to wave "hi" as I pass them by. they smile.




not to be unrealistically negative...i'm being real- where ever i go in america, i haven't felt so welcomed as i do here. people are so willing to talk to you. to smile at you. to be thankful for your presence. i think at home we take a stranger for granted. i wish we can have the mentality to feel graced to be in the presence of another...as opposed to purposefully ignoring someone who passes you by.

(at this moment- we were stopped by the police. on occasion there are spikes on the road...each side of the road in a zig zag fasion for the police to check you out.)

anyhow we are being escorted by the police. they are driving behind us. just in case, for no trouble along the way. since there are several americans here- better safe then sorry.)

i stare at the clouds as we drive on by and i think to myself...i couldn't be happier right now- in this car, bladder full, a little brandy on board, and a car full of people who are here for a genuine cause. Right now, i couldn't ask for more (aside from a toilet)

i feel like no matter what, the people around you can see you through. good people are good company. and these people are absolutely wonderful.