I tend to love the holidays, more so this one, which I will live to remember!
For the first time in more than 10 years, I get to go on leave and not come back to work on 28th December, break again on 31st to be back on the 2nd, this is if these days do not fall on a weekend.
Thanks to the 'Group', I am entitled to 14 days leave, I already took two and I'm left with twelve. I start my leave on the 10th to be back next year, the 2nd (if RAO doesn't make it) and 4th Jan if he does (pray, pray, pray). The good thing is this, Wednesday 12th is a holiday (mum's b-day too). 20th is gazetted as a holiday. The office is closed the whole week of 24th to 28th, I get to have 3 extra days, dear Lord! I come back to work on 7th January (and all this is only 12 days, I love British companies) And you can imagine that Saturdays are not counted!
Ok. So here I am, I'm planning my holiday. Shags over x-mas is amust. 23rd is the flight there. Back after the new year, but will jet in and out to vote and back to the bundus. But next week I have to do Mombasa. I do need the rest from the hectic time I've had in the office. Just hope the flights won't be as bad. I still do not understand why majority of us plan everything at the last minute. But hey, its the only way to have fun. How can one plan a holiday 12 months in advance, it kicks the expectation out, you get tired of waiting, its far off then its here, you havent done one two three things, last minute rush, I'd rather plan at least 3 days before. As long as I have that plane ticket 3 days before, I will be fine. And I will have a ball.
Last Saturday my family travelled shags and I suddenly realised how much I missed home and cant wait to do the x-mas bash!!! All my nephews, nieces, in-laws are already there, wish my son could go with them but knowing him, he'd be put on the next flight back as an unaccompanied minor! And at such tender age.
Well, at least I'm glad I'll have days and days and days of rest. But someone is jealous, and I will not name names. I have planned my leave and don't plan to come back till next year then I am rostered to work on 31st, which is by no means realistic. Then I get punished for going on leave by being made to work on 8th, and in actual sense I should not be. How jealous people can be. I have worked fortnightly for the last 6 weeks which nobody else in the company has EVER done. And that's the truth. But we all have to make sacrifices since we are understaffed, what with so many people being on leave anyway. And who better to punish but the one who is gone the longest. Solution, just do not show up, after all I have filled in the leave form. And no one is allowed to talk about it or it is labelled as insurbordination. Sc*** them!
Anyway, I plan to visit mum on 25th, we celebrate, go to the lake side, fight for fish with 'lwang'ni' at a place called 'lwang'ni' by the lake. Called this as you literally fight for the fish with the flies and flies in jengland are called that. So will be survival for the strongest. Then again, its about time I set records straight. This will be fun. Cant wait.
I'm not talking.............................
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
The KBSes and Citihoppas of Nairobi
Woke up quite early this morning after oversleeping yesterday. Who wouldn't, it was damn cold last night. After leaving the house at around 7.45am, managed to jump into a matatu that was heading to Ngummo as its easier and shorter for me to connect via Mbagathi Road, grab a bus at the Highrise Estate entrance then alight the Kenyatta Hospital Stage and stroll to the office making it a record 30 minutes (when there is traffic) or 10mins if roads are clear. Mark you, this is from the house to the office. I know there are many sneers there but hey, it true.
As we all know the price of fuel has been escalating daily, what with our fuel pump prices heading in the same direction. At times I don't really envy the hard working Kenyan who has to still dig deeper into his/her pocket for the few extra shillings they dont have to fuel their cars. But yesterday, I nearly let the rain drown my tears as I was being rained on at the bus stop. i longed for that car, even the Vitz that I so don't like, or the Duet that looks like my son's toycar. I know I'm being mean but I'll not buy those cars!
As the conductress was ticketing the commuters, I gave her 20/- for the trip from Highrise to Kenyatta, what I have always paid before the fuel hike. She gave me my ticket. I was on the window side. The lady beside me asked, 'kwani Kenyatta ni 20/-?'. I respond in the affirmative. Then she calls the conductress and tells her that she is also alighting at the same stop as I. The condy explains to her that she charged me 20/- because I gave her 20/-. So I wondered what the fare was, 20/- or 30/-. Well, that was the beginning of all her problems. I sat staring out the window, didn't want to be drawn into their arguments. I only love arguments that I'll win, lol!
My argument is this, and correct me if I'm wrong. When the fuel prices went up last week, all buses and mats increased their fares by 10/-. I miss the days when they only went up by a shilling or even Cents 50. This was not even up by 5 bob, it was a whole 'ashuu'. Its unfair, that's over 200/- a month for crying out loud. The two guys behind me decides its a rip off, well it is. The fares have gone up, yes. From Highrise to Kenyatta was 20 and its now 30, from Highrise to the town centre was 30 and has remained 30, so pray do tell, who came up with this idea? Is it that the fuel only went up between Highrise and Kenyatta and if you are taking to longer trip, it tends to reduce to the original pump price? I dont understand. The same guys behind decide to have to solution. Man Thuo is campaigning and its the only way he can raise money, from the likes of us, hike the fare and the extra 10/- goes to his campaign, I personally dont get the logic here. I let it go.
I later wondered, if you have a problem, its better to face it head-on. But I still want to know why the fare is different only to Kenyatta and not to town.
Its Friday, and I cant wait for jioni. I have to go to the salon to have my hair retouched (wonder why they call it that), then drinks baadaye, lakini wapi? Its ohangla night and it 5 reds entry fees, tutaona. I have to work tomorrow! Thought I did 2 weeks ago. I have a bash in the afternoon! Do I really want to go? Evening at leisure!
As we all know the price of fuel has been escalating daily, what with our fuel pump prices heading in the same direction. At times I don't really envy the hard working Kenyan who has to still dig deeper into his/her pocket for the few extra shillings they dont have to fuel their cars. But yesterday, I nearly let the rain drown my tears as I was being rained on at the bus stop. i longed for that car, even the Vitz that I so don't like, or the Duet that looks like my son's toycar. I know I'm being mean but I'll not buy those cars!
As the conductress was ticketing the commuters, I gave her 20/- for the trip from Highrise to Kenyatta, what I have always paid before the fuel hike. She gave me my ticket. I was on the window side. The lady beside me asked, 'kwani Kenyatta ni 20/-?'. I respond in the affirmative. Then she calls the conductress and tells her that she is also alighting at the same stop as I. The condy explains to her that she charged me 20/- because I gave her 20/-. So I wondered what the fare was, 20/- or 30/-. Well, that was the beginning of all her problems. I sat staring out the window, didn't want to be drawn into their arguments. I only love arguments that I'll win, lol!
My argument is this, and correct me if I'm wrong. When the fuel prices went up last week, all buses and mats increased their fares by 10/-. I miss the days when they only went up by a shilling or even Cents 50. This was not even up by 5 bob, it was a whole 'ashuu'. Its unfair, that's over 200/- a month for crying out loud. The two guys behind me decides its a rip off, well it is. The fares have gone up, yes. From Highrise to Kenyatta was 20 and its now 30, from Highrise to the town centre was 30 and has remained 30, so pray do tell, who came up with this idea? Is it that the fuel only went up between Highrise and Kenyatta and if you are taking to longer trip, it tends to reduce to the original pump price? I dont understand. The same guys behind decide to have to solution. Man Thuo is campaigning and its the only way he can raise money, from the likes of us, hike the fare and the extra 10/- goes to his campaign, I personally dont get the logic here. I let it go.
I later wondered, if you have a problem, its better to face it head-on. But I still want to know why the fare is different only to Kenyatta and not to town.
Its Friday, and I cant wait for jioni. I have to go to the salon to have my hair retouched (wonder why they call it that), then drinks baadaye, lakini wapi? Its ohangla night and it 5 reds entry fees, tutaona. I have to work tomorrow! Thought I did 2 weeks ago. I have a bash in the afternoon! Do I really want to go? Evening at leisure!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
when we were teens
I remember when after clearing high school dad decided that my bro (he'd just cleared class 8) and I were to go shags for a week to lounge before the results were out the next year. I didn't understand why only the two of us considering we were 9 kids. We didn't complain though, but I knew we had to make the best of the time that we were going to be shags alone for the first time.
Back then we had roads, so it took us 6 hours to get there. My mum's shags is just a market away but we decided we still had 6 days to visit. So the long trek home. Then there were no boda-bodas so we had to walk quite a distance. I'm poor at measuring distances in miles, kilometres, metres so I stick to time. It takes an 45mins to an hour if walking fast or upto 1 and a half hours if not in a hurry. Mnyanye (that's what we called our step grandma) was there, my cousin who has since passed on was there too. We had to help cook as they were not expecting us, so it was extra food for us.
After lunch we just chilled out, after all we were fatigued. Later in the afternoon we fetched water as being that our house is bila anyone when we are all in 'Pango', everything is locked. Bathing is behind the house where the bathroom is improvised. Made of banana leaves (they are big enough to hide the passersby from peeking). 4 walls of 'ofito' (dont know what they are in english) covered with the leaves. But woe unto you if its late in the evening as they harbor mosquitoes that feel nothing. They bite (not suck blood) into your flesh regardless if you have soap on your body or not, they are so shameless. And their bites leave big red marks on you, and its malaria there and then. I remember I was down on day 3, and I have never understood why shagsmondos believe that change in weather causes malaria. I was taught in school that its the anopheles mosquito that does. I stand to be corrected.
Anyway, dinner in shags has to be by 6.30 as being that there is no elec, it gets dark by 7 such that even with your eyes open you have to literally touch your eyes to confirm that they are open. Well, that has now changed, solar power! It was always interesting as everyone had a way of punishing me. I'm freaked out by the dark, I will cry myself to death left alone in such a state.
Dad joined us on day 6 and we thought we were leaving the next day. Shock on us. What were we going back to do in Nai yet we'd cleared school. Stay home till results are out, that's January. Sawa fadhe. We decided to paint shags I dont remember the color, but this we did. All Nairobians are in shags during this time, all people who work from outside come back for the x-mas holidays, is fun really. We would wake up early in the morning to clean, make breakfast, bathe then away we went. Thinking of it now I feel so bad as who was I expecting to cook for dad? My mnyanye was too old for that. He never complained though. We would go to my mom's shags, lounge, my uncles had by then joined us, then I met and fell in love with this guy, I was crazy! How, but he was fly, he still is. I recall one particular day we went for walks and made it home at 6 and dad was not amused. There was no water at home, the 'kulo' or the place we get water from is normally invaded by hippos at around that time and from the stories we'd been told, who wants to be trampled on by the beasts. Just know that to punish me, dad made me go fetch water at that particular time. I so cried to and from there and I swear, I knew my dad did not like me, for a moment I thought I was adopted, how could he treat me like that. But learn me lesson I did.
Just to say that we had an uneventful remainder of the year and came back to Nai in Jan. My boo was left in shags and I felt like a knife had been put through my heart. I left him my jacket so he could remember me by, ha ha ha! Imagine that. Anyway, he claims to still be so in love with me, if he is for real or just suffering from discovering that his wife was not so faithful. Yes, he got married and has one kid. But I feel nothing as he turned into a conman too. But wish him all the best.
The greatest thing when coming back to the city, by train this time, we got to meet our estate mates as we all used the concessions to travel. It was a whole new reunion of course talking about our deeds over the holidays, who did what, missed what, where, why.............. home sweet home!
Back then we had roads, so it took us 6 hours to get there. My mum's shags is just a market away but we decided we still had 6 days to visit. So the long trek home. Then there were no boda-bodas so we had to walk quite a distance. I'm poor at measuring distances in miles, kilometres, metres so I stick to time. It takes an 45mins to an hour if walking fast or upto 1 and a half hours if not in a hurry. Mnyanye (that's what we called our step grandma) was there, my cousin who has since passed on was there too. We had to help cook as they were not expecting us, so it was extra food for us.
After lunch we just chilled out, after all we were fatigued. Later in the afternoon we fetched water as being that our house is bila anyone when we are all in 'Pango', everything is locked. Bathing is behind the house where the bathroom is improvised. Made of banana leaves (they are big enough to hide the passersby from peeking). 4 walls of 'ofito' (dont know what they are in english) covered with the leaves. But woe unto you if its late in the evening as they harbor mosquitoes that feel nothing. They bite (not suck blood) into your flesh regardless if you have soap on your body or not, they are so shameless. And their bites leave big red marks on you, and its malaria there and then. I remember I was down on day 3, and I have never understood why shagsmondos believe that change in weather causes malaria. I was taught in school that its the anopheles mosquito that does. I stand to be corrected.
Anyway, dinner in shags has to be by 6.30 as being that there is no elec, it gets dark by 7 such that even with your eyes open you have to literally touch your eyes to confirm that they are open. Well, that has now changed, solar power! It was always interesting as everyone had a way of punishing me. I'm freaked out by the dark, I will cry myself to death left alone in such a state.
Dad joined us on day 6 and we thought we were leaving the next day. Shock on us. What were we going back to do in Nai yet we'd cleared school. Stay home till results are out, that's January. Sawa fadhe. We decided to paint shags I dont remember the color, but this we did. All Nairobians are in shags during this time, all people who work from outside come back for the x-mas holidays, is fun really. We would wake up early in the morning to clean, make breakfast, bathe then away we went. Thinking of it now I feel so bad as who was I expecting to cook for dad? My mnyanye was too old for that. He never complained though. We would go to my mom's shags, lounge, my uncles had by then joined us, then I met and fell in love with this guy, I was crazy! How, but he was fly, he still is. I recall one particular day we went for walks and made it home at 6 and dad was not amused. There was no water at home, the 'kulo' or the place we get water from is normally invaded by hippos at around that time and from the stories we'd been told, who wants to be trampled on by the beasts. Just know that to punish me, dad made me go fetch water at that particular time. I so cried to and from there and I swear, I knew my dad did not like me, for a moment I thought I was adopted, how could he treat me like that. But learn me lesson I did.
Just to say that we had an uneventful remainder of the year and came back to Nai in Jan. My boo was left in shags and I felt like a knife had been put through my heart. I left him my jacket so he could remember me by, ha ha ha! Imagine that. Anyway, he claims to still be so in love with me, if he is for real or just suffering from discovering that his wife was not so faithful. Yes, he got married and has one kid. But I feel nothing as he turned into a conman too. But wish him all the best.
The greatest thing when coming back to the city, by train this time, we got to meet our estate mates as we all used the concessions to travel. It was a whole new reunion of course talking about our deeds over the holidays, who did what, missed what, where, why.............. home sweet home!
Monday, November 19, 2007
THE LONG SHAMBA TO DALA (SHAGS)
I came back last night from shags, by road, and for a moment when we were coming back, I kept asking myself why I decided to punish my back like I did. What was I thinking? That is not a road anyone should take, whatever you are driving, not even a tractor!!! It is a sacrifice and I don't think I'm ready to sacrifice anything, or any part of my being to please relas, just for them to believe we are sailing in the same boat.
Yes, I'm still bitter at myself for making that decision in the first place. We (my sisters and I) left Nairobi on Friday morning for shags. Having booked Akamba bus, and been convinced that they are the most reliable after Easy Coach, I said I'd give it a try. The last time I took an Akamba bus was some few years back when some kikuyus in Molo attacked our bus as it was struggling to go uphill. Was one of the scariest moments of my life. I had never been waylaid before and it sent chills up my spine. It was quite traumatic though we fought them off by hitting them through the windows, good thing they didn't have guns, wonder why. Not that I'd have wanted them to. Anyway, we took a Kampala bound bus as Easycoach only goes up to Maseno and the Busia buses were full so we had no option really.
Having been assured that Kampala buses ALWAYS leave on schedule, I was surprised when by 7.15am the bus we were to take had not even come! I woke up at 6am to be in town by 6.45, I made it by 6.55am having half run and half walked as the heavens decided to open up just before I left, an man! it poured. By the time I got to town I was soaking wet, but I wasnt going to change. Our journey started at 7.30am, not so bad but that's manminutes wasted already. Had a nice ride to Gilgil then all hell broke loose. When we left I was so excited, the road was good! I'd fallen asleep but was woken up by some impossible noises, shaking, rattling windows, we looked like ragdolls in the bus. It was irritating.
First stop is Nakuru and I can't wait to get off the bus to just be me, stood outside the bus but could still hear the ringing in my head. There was no comfort at all, it was a nightmare.
Half an hour later, we are back on the road and if you thought the road from Gilgil was bad, wait until you start the Nakuru - Kericho shamba! I've never been to hell, I read and hear that it is hot, there is just no road to Kisumu. It was so bad I tried closing my eyes to drown all the noise and everything that was happening around me but it would just not stop. This went on for about 5 hours. I thought it only took 3 or at most 4 hrs to get to the village, apparently not. It was so many hours I stopped counting. Did I forget to mention that it was still raining all the way to Naks? Well immediately we left Nakuru it stopped, and it was thick clouds of dust, dust, dust and more dust. By the time we got to Kisumu, my hair was all brownish-whitish-reddish, I dont know why, maybe some guy behind me was spraying my hair different colors to make me think it was the dusty road.
Well, got into KIS at around 2pm, long wait at their office behind Nakumatt Kisumu then another 1 hour to Yala, at least the road from Kisumu to Busia is not all that bad, compared to NKU-Kericho, thats like driving Waiyaki way. Well, after the second part of the trip, sure felt like it. I was glad to be home!
I wanted to travel back Saturday evening after the burial but was advised not to. Set my phone alarm for Sunday 5am, gave myself at least an hour to get ready and leave by latest 6.30, this is the best time to get vehicles back to Nai, the Busia - NBO and Kampala - NBO and you also get to arrive NBO on time. But it doesn't happen if you have a bunch or slow characters with you. I took time to wake everybody up as we were quite a number coming back and I'd missed my boy and wanted to be home in good time to bond again! At 6am is when everyone was leaving their sleeping quarters! I'm totally impatient, I tell them that with or without them, I'm leaving at the scheduled time. My auntie decided to pull a quick one, we need to have a family meeting and all leave at the same time. Why didn't she say this last night or even have the meeting the previous night, we had free time as we buried by 2pm, so what's this that is so important that it cant wait?!! Well, 6.30 is when some are taking baths, no showers there, breakfast is ready so them that are ready are taking breakfast, I'm done with both and have to wait. At 7 I say I have to leave, but we haven't prayed for 'those things that are built by the hands of men that crawl on the ground on their tummies...........' why do we always have to refer to them like that, not cars or trains.... Having begged everyone to assemble for prayers, they appear at around 7.30 and granny wont start praying until she sees everyone present and you cannot harakisha her.
Prayers are at 7.30, one hour after our ETD. I've given up but pray that nobody regrets this. We finish by 8, yes 8 and by this time I'm back to my normal self, cool, taking it in stride. Then I ask what time the meeting is and nobody knows, I pick up my bag, head towards the gate and someone remembers we didn't take a family photo! Snap, snap, we are done. And there is no meeting so I leave, I'm half running as I know were are f***ed up. Walk to the main road and wait, wait and wait, buses are coming full, there is no space and the only other option is to connect twice, through Kisumu. They object, I have my two young nephews with me and I cannot leave them behind. Two hours later we are in a matatu to Kisumu, yes. Then one of my aunties remembers my brilliant idea of leaving early and actually reminds the rest that they should have listened to me as I woke everyone on time and nobody heeded my advise. Well here we are and its too late for the blame game. In Kisumu there are no buses. Great. Sit and wait. Its now 11, then its announced that there is an LD express bus on the way and everyone jumps to get on the Q. We are 10, dont know where the rest disappeared to.
On our way back to Kericho, our bus suddenly start going slow, why? 'Inaonekana ina shida na hatujui ni nini'. So who is supposed to know? Same bus from same co. passes by and hands our crew the tool kit and they open and pour gallons of water, it had overheated. A few more kilometres at Kiptumo (I think) and driver pulls by the road side. 'Gari imeisha presha'. So? Everyone is so agitated majority leave the bus to take a stroll. We are not yet in Kericho, its already 1.30 and here we are, what time are we getting to Nairobi? Midnight. One passenger volunteers to get a mechanic he knows somewhere down the road and is back in half an hour, mechanic claim 'ni kazi ndogo', fixes the prob and we are on our way over an hour later. Cruise, pray, hope, more prayers, we are in Nakuru. I forced myself to sleep, but the dust was unbearable, I'm still suffering from the effects.
We finally arrive at our destination at 8pm, 10 hours later. What a marvelous trip, cant wait to do it again.
Made me remember my first trip home by bus, I had just cleared high school, my bro had just cleared his primary school and dad decided we go home for like a week as we were not doing anything in Nairobi. So off we went. The whole trip then took a maximum of 5hours not including a 1 hour stop in Nakuru and Kisumu. Well my dad worked for the Kenya Railways and I never in my life knew people actually travelled by road to any far off place. Having been brought up with free concessions to Shags and mombasa, why would I think there was any other means of travel. I still don't understand why the last trip was by bus, could be coz 'Relu' was cutting down on cost, and that's the last train trip I took. I still miss those days, we always ended up in the same compartment as we left mementos everytime we went home, marks on the doors and beds (jealous? we always did second class and when available - first!) The different was only the space, second had 6 beds while first had 4 beds, but to Mombasa you could have 2 beds in first class, lol! And being a family of 8 kids! we always fought over who was going to sleep on the top bed, problem is being young, you forget that its only the one in the middle bed that got the best view. Believe me, it took a whole night and half a day to get home, never thought it could be shorter!
I'm suddenly hungry.......
But I'm not doing the road trip again, its airborne or never!
Yes, I'm still bitter at myself for making that decision in the first place. We (my sisters and I) left Nairobi on Friday morning for shags. Having booked Akamba bus, and been convinced that they are the most reliable after Easy Coach, I said I'd give it a try. The last time I took an Akamba bus was some few years back when some kikuyus in Molo attacked our bus as it was struggling to go uphill. Was one of the scariest moments of my life. I had never been waylaid before and it sent chills up my spine. It was quite traumatic though we fought them off by hitting them through the windows, good thing they didn't have guns, wonder why. Not that I'd have wanted them to. Anyway, we took a Kampala bound bus as Easycoach only goes up to Maseno and the Busia buses were full so we had no option really.
Having been assured that Kampala buses ALWAYS leave on schedule, I was surprised when by 7.15am the bus we were to take had not even come! I woke up at 6am to be in town by 6.45, I made it by 6.55am having half run and half walked as the heavens decided to open up just before I left, an man! it poured. By the time I got to town I was soaking wet, but I wasnt going to change. Our journey started at 7.30am, not so bad but that's manminutes wasted already. Had a nice ride to Gilgil then all hell broke loose. When we left I was so excited, the road was good! I'd fallen asleep but was woken up by some impossible noises, shaking, rattling windows, we looked like ragdolls in the bus. It was irritating.
First stop is Nakuru and I can't wait to get off the bus to just be me, stood outside the bus but could still hear the ringing in my head. There was no comfort at all, it was a nightmare.
Half an hour later, we are back on the road and if you thought the road from Gilgil was bad, wait until you start the Nakuru - Kericho shamba! I've never been to hell, I read and hear that it is hot, there is just no road to Kisumu. It was so bad I tried closing my eyes to drown all the noise and everything that was happening around me but it would just not stop. This went on for about 5 hours. I thought it only took 3 or at most 4 hrs to get to the village, apparently not. It was so many hours I stopped counting. Did I forget to mention that it was still raining all the way to Naks? Well immediately we left Nakuru it stopped, and it was thick clouds of dust, dust, dust and more dust. By the time we got to Kisumu, my hair was all brownish-whitish-reddish, I dont know why, maybe some guy behind me was spraying my hair different colors to make me think it was the dusty road.
Well, got into KIS at around 2pm, long wait at their office behind Nakumatt Kisumu then another 1 hour to Yala, at least the road from Kisumu to Busia is not all that bad, compared to NKU-Kericho, thats like driving Waiyaki way. Well, after the second part of the trip, sure felt like it. I was glad to be home!
I wanted to travel back Saturday evening after the burial but was advised not to. Set my phone alarm for Sunday 5am, gave myself at least an hour to get ready and leave by latest 6.30, this is the best time to get vehicles back to Nai, the Busia - NBO and Kampala - NBO and you also get to arrive NBO on time. But it doesn't happen if you have a bunch or slow characters with you. I took time to wake everybody up as we were quite a number coming back and I'd missed my boy and wanted to be home in good time to bond again! At 6am is when everyone was leaving their sleeping quarters! I'm totally impatient, I tell them that with or without them, I'm leaving at the scheduled time. My auntie decided to pull a quick one, we need to have a family meeting and all leave at the same time. Why didn't she say this last night or even have the meeting the previous night, we had free time as we buried by 2pm, so what's this that is so important that it cant wait?!! Well, 6.30 is when some are taking baths, no showers there, breakfast is ready so them that are ready are taking breakfast, I'm done with both and have to wait. At 7 I say I have to leave, but we haven't prayed for 'those things that are built by the hands of men that crawl on the ground on their tummies...........' why do we always have to refer to them like that, not cars or trains.... Having begged everyone to assemble for prayers, they appear at around 7.30 and granny wont start praying until she sees everyone present and you cannot harakisha her.
Prayers are at 7.30, one hour after our ETD. I've given up but pray that nobody regrets this. We finish by 8, yes 8 and by this time I'm back to my normal self, cool, taking it in stride. Then I ask what time the meeting is and nobody knows, I pick up my bag, head towards the gate and someone remembers we didn't take a family photo! Snap, snap, we are done. And there is no meeting so I leave, I'm half running as I know were are f***ed up. Walk to the main road and wait, wait and wait, buses are coming full, there is no space and the only other option is to connect twice, through Kisumu. They object, I have my two young nephews with me and I cannot leave them behind. Two hours later we are in a matatu to Kisumu, yes. Then one of my aunties remembers my brilliant idea of leaving early and actually reminds the rest that they should have listened to me as I woke everyone on time and nobody heeded my advise. Well here we are and its too late for the blame game. In Kisumu there are no buses. Great. Sit and wait. Its now 11, then its announced that there is an LD express bus on the way and everyone jumps to get on the Q. We are 10, dont know where the rest disappeared to.
On our way back to Kericho, our bus suddenly start going slow, why? 'Inaonekana ina shida na hatujui ni nini'. So who is supposed to know? Same bus from same co. passes by and hands our crew the tool kit and they open and pour gallons of water, it had overheated. A few more kilometres at Kiptumo (I think) and driver pulls by the road side. 'Gari imeisha presha'. So? Everyone is so agitated majority leave the bus to take a stroll. We are not yet in Kericho, its already 1.30 and here we are, what time are we getting to Nairobi? Midnight. One passenger volunteers to get a mechanic he knows somewhere down the road and is back in half an hour, mechanic claim 'ni kazi ndogo', fixes the prob and we are on our way over an hour later. Cruise, pray, hope, more prayers, we are in Nakuru. I forced myself to sleep, but the dust was unbearable, I'm still suffering from the effects.
We finally arrive at our destination at 8pm, 10 hours later. What a marvelous trip, cant wait to do it again.
Made me remember my first trip home by bus, I had just cleared high school, my bro had just cleared his primary school and dad decided we go home for like a week as we were not doing anything in Nairobi. So off we went. The whole trip then took a maximum of 5hours not including a 1 hour stop in Nakuru and Kisumu. Well my dad worked for the Kenya Railways and I never in my life knew people actually travelled by road to any far off place. Having been brought up with free concessions to Shags and mombasa, why would I think there was any other means of travel. I still don't understand why the last trip was by bus, could be coz 'Relu' was cutting down on cost, and that's the last train trip I took. I still miss those days, we always ended up in the same compartment as we left mementos everytime we went home, marks on the doors and beds (jealous? we always did second class and when available - first!) The different was only the space, second had 6 beds while first had 4 beds, but to Mombasa you could have 2 beds in first class, lol! And being a family of 8 kids! we always fought over who was going to sleep on the top bed, problem is being young, you forget that its only the one in the middle bed that got the best view. Believe me, it took a whole night and half a day to get home, never thought it could be shorter!
I'm suddenly hungry.......
But I'm not doing the road trip again, its airborne or never!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
MATERIALISM
What is materialism?
The Cambridge dictionary describes it as the belief that having money and possessions is the most important thing in life.
I believe then that we are all materialistic. I would love to have lots of money and possess the best. Who wouldn't?
The Cambridge dictionary describes it as the belief that having money and possessions is the most important thing in life.
I believe then that we are all materialistic. I would love to have lots of money and possess the best. Who wouldn't?
THE BOY IS 2
My son finally celebrated his 2nd Birthday yesterday. I feel so proud to have raised such a sweet chubby boy, tall for his age, obedient - at times.
Well, being the confused mom that I am, I remembered at around 11 that birthdays come with cakes. Call number one is to my old time cake house, on Mama Ngina street. They do not do deliveries, and need at least a day to bake, thought cakes only took 2 hours (can't bake anyway, how would I know). Call number two to yet another bakery in Westlands, no deliveries. I'm panicky now............. call my colleagues to ask for a baker that they know and instead of telling me, I'm told off, that by the 3rd or 4th birthday, I'll know how to 'jipanga' to avoid this last minute rush. I'd planned for the weekend and since my dear old grandpa decided he wanted to go rest, and rest he did. Burial is this Saturday hence my rush to get a cake at least yesterday as I have to travel tomorrow and today I have to look for tickets for my kinsmen to go do a sendoff befitting the gentleman that he was.
Well, back to cakes, it is going to 12 and still no solution. My HRM is so bright, thank God for the likes of her. She knows just the perfect place to get a cake. The bakery at the Shell Petrol Station opposite Mobil or is it Kobil in Westlands where there's Nando's (is it the Galitos?) They make the best cakes she's had made so far. She's an angel, I give her a hug. So perfect! 'You know what, they don't have a number.' And I want that hug back. How do you operate without a number is this city. The damn place is in Westlands, I'm in Upperhill, not mobile, but then the good thing is that you can get there and find there are no cakes!!!!!! I just need a cake. Last option, another colleague who has a friend who's wife bakes. Thank God. Dial, talk, arrange, discuss, options, delivery, directions, I'm sorted. But will be ready by 8pm, its ok, we'll go pick it up with my man, come home, sing happy birthday to the boy, he cuts the cake we eat. He's officially two. I love it.
So I'm sorted out! 5pm and I head home, to the gym, yah, I do aerobics too. The instructor today is a guy who looks 'pamela' - familiar. And he is out to punish us, I'll call him the instructor from hell. I have never sweated after 10 minutes like I did yesterday, but I loved every minute of it. It was different, different moves, exercises, abs, weights..... At the end of it all he calls me aside. Was I that bad? Ok, next time I'll try to go with his moves, I'm sorry. Its a relief when he asks me if I have a bro called Simon, yes I do, oh, 'we went to school together'. Thank God, then it hits me, Iused to see the boy when he was a brat, he's dyed his hair all orange now, yah, its orange, not blonde or brown or white, ORANGE! I begin to like him, he supports my man RAO. Don't get ideas now. After I head home, shower, watch Raila being bashed by Kalonzo and PANUA guys, I'm actually beginning to enjoy this as they are just polularising his campaign. But that's politics.
At 8 my ride is here, I go pick the cake, quarrel abit on the way to South C as I forgot the paper I wrote the direction on in the office. I amaze myself, I'm so poor at directions the only reason I get home is coz the mat drivers knows my place. I hate it when they tell me 'si we ni ule mama wa Kodi' but it does help. Decide to meet at Mobil Mombasa Road, pick and pay for the cake and head home. As we are singing for the boy, he's so tickled he dances to our pathetic sounds, myself, daddy, niece and nephew. We cut the cake, and mum decided to give baby the first bite. He does not even open his mouth. He has this thing about tasting EVERYTHING first before it enters his mouth (except if its directly from the floor). He refused to eat the cake after all I went through to get it. Too bad, I'll eat it, he'll indirectly get it when he breastfeeds. I don't give him sugar so I think its the reason. But I made sure the cake had very little sugar of which it did, so I do not understand.
Anyway, there's still more left for them that love indulging in the forbiddens. I love everything that's hated by the weight-conscious, makes life worth living, every bit of it.
Ciao.................
Well, being the confused mom that I am, I remembered at around 11 that birthdays come with cakes. Call number one is to my old time cake house, on Mama Ngina street. They do not do deliveries, and need at least a day to bake, thought cakes only took 2 hours (can't bake anyway, how would I know). Call number two to yet another bakery in Westlands, no deliveries. I'm panicky now............. call my colleagues to ask for a baker that they know and instead of telling me, I'm told off, that by the 3rd or 4th birthday, I'll know how to 'jipanga' to avoid this last minute rush. I'd planned for the weekend and since my dear old grandpa decided he wanted to go rest, and rest he did. Burial is this Saturday hence my rush to get a cake at least yesterday as I have to travel tomorrow and today I have to look for tickets for my kinsmen to go do a sendoff befitting the gentleman that he was.
Well, back to cakes, it is going to 12 and still no solution. My HRM is so bright, thank God for the likes of her. She knows just the perfect place to get a cake. The bakery at the Shell Petrol Station opposite Mobil or is it Kobil in Westlands where there's Nando's (is it the Galitos?) They make the best cakes she's had made so far. She's an angel, I give her a hug. So perfect! 'You know what, they don't have a number.' And I want that hug back. How do you operate without a number is this city. The damn place is in Westlands, I'm in Upperhill, not mobile, but then the good thing is that you can get there and find there are no cakes!!!!!! I just need a cake. Last option, another colleague who has a friend who's wife bakes. Thank God. Dial, talk, arrange, discuss, options, delivery, directions, I'm sorted. But will be ready by 8pm, its ok, we'll go pick it up with my man, come home, sing happy birthday to the boy, he cuts the cake we eat. He's officially two. I love it.
So I'm sorted out! 5pm and I head home, to the gym, yah, I do aerobics too. The instructor today is a guy who looks 'pamela' - familiar. And he is out to punish us, I'll call him the instructor from hell. I have never sweated after 10 minutes like I did yesterday, but I loved every minute of it. It was different, different moves, exercises, abs, weights..... At the end of it all he calls me aside. Was I that bad? Ok, next time I'll try to go with his moves, I'm sorry. Its a relief when he asks me if I have a bro called Simon, yes I do, oh, 'we went to school together'. Thank God, then it hits me, Iused to see the boy when he was a brat, he's dyed his hair all orange now, yah, its orange, not blonde or brown or white, ORANGE! I begin to like him, he supports my man RAO. Don't get ideas now. After I head home, shower, watch Raila being bashed by Kalonzo and PANUA guys, I'm actually beginning to enjoy this as they are just polularising his campaign. But that's politics.
At 8 my ride is here, I go pick the cake, quarrel abit on the way to South C as I forgot the paper I wrote the direction on in the office. I amaze myself, I'm so poor at directions the only reason I get home is coz the mat drivers knows my place. I hate it when they tell me 'si we ni ule mama wa Kodi' but it does help. Decide to meet at Mobil Mombasa Road, pick and pay for the cake and head home. As we are singing for the boy, he's so tickled he dances to our pathetic sounds, myself, daddy, niece and nephew. We cut the cake, and mum decided to give baby the first bite. He does not even open his mouth. He has this thing about tasting EVERYTHING first before it enters his mouth (except if its directly from the floor). He refused to eat the cake after all I went through to get it. Too bad, I'll eat it, he'll indirectly get it when he breastfeeds. I don't give him sugar so I think its the reason. But I made sure the cake had very little sugar of which it did, so I do not understand.
Anyway, there's still more left for them that love indulging in the forbiddens. I love everything that's hated by the weight-conscious, makes life worth living, every bit of it.
Ciao.................
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Our choice, not anyone else's
Hi, I just had an interesting discussion with some 'right-thinking' people, Kenyans that is. I love the way everyone is ready to provide solutions to all problems that we currently have. Like give chance to Kibs to finish what he started, he had 5 years to do that, why didn't he make sure he finished then? Kibs claims that none of the other presidential candidates have anything to show Kenyans. What have they achieved? I'm not good at politics but when he was elected the president of this country, what had he achieved for us to trust him. He was given the chance to prove what he could do for us, and he's used up that time, don't understand why anyone is being sympathetic. Those are my views so don't kill me for expressing my views.
On my recent trip, not that they've been many overseas, mostly to the village, I noticed a trend with the Brtitish. They shop, shop and shop, and of course for clad (clothes), and shoes. Very few people shop for households. I was wondering why yet it is damn expensive to live in the UK. The housing and food can really bog you down unless you have a very good job, not just that but well paying too. Or work two jobs when not in college to make ends meet. My former boss told me that it takes hard work to survive in such a country. He's been there a year now, is in college and works part-time. His wife had to follow him there as they'd just gotten married the previous year and could not stay behind though she was employed. Anyway, she got a job with Barclays and is happy though she says it is not easy. She still intends to go for evening classes or get a second job for that extra penny.
Rent ranges from £1200 for a one bedroomed house to I didn't get to ask the maximum. This has to be paid weekly or fortnightly depending on your agreement with your housing agent or landlord. On average, an 'a bit well paying' job would earn you from £7.50 an hour. (They are paid by the hour and any extra hour put in earns you overtime, but you need prior arrangement from your boss, you just don't decide that 'today I'll put in extra hours as I need that cash for the salon', or that nice boot I saw at Clarks, no. Look out for those days when you get paid extra. Its always on the notice board.
Back to shopping, they use cards to shop, credit cards, 80% of the population, hence the craze! I fear cards, last one I had had to be sent back because I got tired of paying for what I did not even need in the first place. Blame it on the guy called impulse buying. Apparently the more you shop the more you are a potential client for the banks and stores. We shopped at Marks and Spencer and when we paid cash the cashier asked us to fill in forms so that we get the 'card', its kind of like a smart card (Nakumatt/Uchumi), you accumulate points the more you shop. Anyway, we were there for a few days and they still have to verify that you are creditworthiness before your are assimilated into their system. We didn't have post codes anyway, the ones in Kenya don't work, lol.
The best places to work are at the health and the finance sector, so I gathered. The rest I'm yet to learn much about them.
Nuff said for now.....................
On my recent trip, not that they've been many overseas, mostly to the village, I noticed a trend with the Brtitish. They shop, shop and shop, and of course for clad (clothes), and shoes. Very few people shop for households. I was wondering why yet it is damn expensive to live in the UK. The housing and food can really bog you down unless you have a very good job, not just that but well paying too. Or work two jobs when not in college to make ends meet. My former boss told me that it takes hard work to survive in such a country. He's been there a year now, is in college and works part-time. His wife had to follow him there as they'd just gotten married the previous year and could not stay behind though she was employed. Anyway, she got a job with Barclays and is happy though she says it is not easy. She still intends to go for evening classes or get a second job for that extra penny.
Rent ranges from £1200 for a one bedroomed house to I didn't get to ask the maximum. This has to be paid weekly or fortnightly depending on your agreement with your housing agent or landlord. On average, an 'a bit well paying' job would earn you from £7.50 an hour. (They are paid by the hour and any extra hour put in earns you overtime, but you need prior arrangement from your boss, you just don't decide that 'today I'll put in extra hours as I need that cash for the salon', or that nice boot I saw at Clarks, no. Look out for those days when you get paid extra. Its always on the notice board.
Back to shopping, they use cards to shop, credit cards, 80% of the population, hence the craze! I fear cards, last one I had had to be sent back because I got tired of paying for what I did not even need in the first place. Blame it on the guy called impulse buying. Apparently the more you shop the more you are a potential client for the banks and stores. We shopped at Marks and Spencer and when we paid cash the cashier asked us to fill in forms so that we get the 'card', its kind of like a smart card (Nakumatt/Uchumi), you accumulate points the more you shop. Anyway, we were there for a few days and they still have to verify that you are creditworthiness before your are assimilated into their system. We didn't have post codes anyway, the ones in Kenya don't work, lol.
The best places to work are at the health and the finance sector, so I gathered. The rest I'm yet to learn much about them.
Nuff said for now.....................
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Please say something
I am in a dilemna. My son is soon turning two and still will not talk comprehensively. I'm told by most people (parents and 'un-parents') that it is because he has no kids to play with, he needs someone to push him to, but how, the other day he shocked me by singing, 'ba ba ba ba sh juu'. I was amused. At least he gets to do something he loves, sing. And the boy can dance too, wish we still had Dancing competitions like we had in the 80s, with the Rarewatts, Kanda King, Hawa Diawala, wonder what happened to her, gal could move!!!
Anyway, another solution is to get another baby. Problem, get another baby and then? The one who is not talking will teach the new baby not to talk? Pray do tell......... or better still teach the new baby Banjuka? Its would be fun, being our only means of communication. You want food, sing banjuka, u need to sleep, banjuka more, or dance to attract attention. He turns two on 14th November and hope he'll sing for himself a birthday song. Does talking in the sleep count, he does that alot when he's gone to bed tired. I know he will get there soon. Another barrier is the language issue. But I also blame my former housegal, all she did was compose songs, she sang in the church choir, so had to time for the boy. Now I have another one I threatened to dismiss as she always refused for the boy to play outside, she only wanted to listen to Kilunda and watch Family TV while the boy cried for attention, anyway that has changed now.
I want to take him to school but the only ones available I can afford are in the village. The kid will be talking 'prate' for 'plate', 'ketoro' for 'kettle', 'grass' for 'glass' and vice versa. I heard or read somewhere that kids are fast learners, they didn't clarify how this 'fast' is supposed to be, slow fast, fast fast, moderate fast? Thanks to our tutors.
My sincere condolences to the family of our KTN Mending the ribbon presenter Tom Arocho, he was a pillar of hope to all those affected and infected with the HIV virus. May the Almighty rest his soul in eternal peace....
Need to go watch news at 9 to see who did what where and why.
Peace
Anyway, another solution is to get another baby. Problem, get another baby and then? The one who is not talking will teach the new baby not to talk? Pray do tell......... or better still teach the new baby Banjuka? Its would be fun, being our only means of communication. You want food, sing banjuka, u need to sleep, banjuka more, or dance to attract attention. He turns two on 14th November and hope he'll sing for himself a birthday song. Does talking in the sleep count, he does that alot when he's gone to bed tired. I know he will get there soon. Another barrier is the language issue. But I also blame my former housegal, all she did was compose songs, she sang in the church choir, so had to time for the boy. Now I have another one I threatened to dismiss as she always refused for the boy to play outside, she only wanted to listen to Kilunda and watch Family TV while the boy cried for attention, anyway that has changed now.
I want to take him to school but the only ones available I can afford are in the village. The kid will be talking 'prate' for 'plate', 'ketoro' for 'kettle', 'grass' for 'glass' and vice versa. I heard or read somewhere that kids are fast learners, they didn't clarify how this 'fast' is supposed to be, slow fast, fast fast, moderate fast? Thanks to our tutors.
My sincere condolences to the family of our KTN Mending the ribbon presenter Tom Arocho, he was a pillar of hope to all those affected and infected with the HIV virus. May the Almighty rest his soul in eternal peace....
Need to go watch news at 9 to see who did what where and why.
Peace
Friday, October 26, 2007
Its not a beautiful day
It should be a good morning but, apparently, it is not. I do appreciate the rains and the heavens decided to open up last night and wash away all the dust that has been gathering for a while now. Thanks!
Had a not so good a day yesterday. I got a call from a long time friend who I've not spoken to in a while............don't know why. He just buried his dad two weeks ago! I never knew about it, was in the papers, well, I don't go through the photo album, only when I know someone I think I know could be honored there. Anyway, heavens called and the old man was laid to rest, holla at my kid siz and bro, tell them I miss them so.
Had an uneventful day at the office, what with the systems being down 80% of the time, you get tired not doing anything so its the reason I resorted to blogging. Didn't know it would be addictive on day 2. Well since I wasn't too busy and my dear friend had called, we chatted for a while and as soon as I put down my fone, my supervisor called me. Its not a normal thing to be called by her so I knew I'd done something, just didn't know what. She first asks me if I know how long I'd been on the fone. I didn't time myself. She had timed me, I had taken over ten minutes of company time on that call. I henceforth need to cut down on personal calls. I did not argue but in my mind I thought, 'THE SYSTEMS ARE DOWN, I CANNOT DO MUCH GAL!'. Hey, she's the boss and I'm still on probation.
Stanchart invited Diva account holders for some drinks at Alfajiri. But they didn't say they would charge us for the same drinks they'd called us for, banks! I should have just gone home to play with my boy. And again I didn't know it was like a market with different companies showcasing their businesses. I liked the t-shirts by APA Insurance that said 'I LOVE BREASTS'. Yap. Its for Breast cancer awareness, the self examinations at home, I actually never did one before. But last night I did, no lumps there.
My big boy's been unwell, guess his pressure's up again. Had to accompany him to Nairobi Hospital after my Stanchart 'bash'. He'd picked up my small boy and since he hadn't eaten from 2.30pm, he was not amused and he did a number on him including peeing in the car, serves him right for starving the kid. Anyway, got home by 10pm, made the boy eat, he hates food and I dont understand why, coz I love my food.
Anyway, was in bed by 11.
Let's see what today hold for me.
Had a not so good a day yesterday. I got a call from a long time friend who I've not spoken to in a while............don't know why. He just buried his dad two weeks ago! I never knew about it, was in the papers, well, I don't go through the photo album, only when I know someone I think I know could be honored there. Anyway, heavens called and the old man was laid to rest, holla at my kid siz and bro, tell them I miss them so.
Had an uneventful day at the office, what with the systems being down 80% of the time, you get tired not doing anything so its the reason I resorted to blogging. Didn't know it would be addictive on day 2. Well since I wasn't too busy and my dear friend had called, we chatted for a while and as soon as I put down my fone, my supervisor called me. Its not a normal thing to be called by her so I knew I'd done something, just didn't know what. She first asks me if I know how long I'd been on the fone. I didn't time myself. She had timed me, I had taken over ten minutes of company time on that call. I henceforth need to cut down on personal calls. I did not argue but in my mind I thought, 'THE SYSTEMS ARE DOWN, I CANNOT DO MUCH GAL!'. Hey, she's the boss and I'm still on probation.
Stanchart invited Diva account holders for some drinks at Alfajiri. But they didn't say they would charge us for the same drinks they'd called us for, banks! I should have just gone home to play with my boy. And again I didn't know it was like a market with different companies showcasing their businesses. I liked the t-shirts by APA Insurance that said 'I LOVE BREASTS'. Yap. Its for Breast cancer awareness, the self examinations at home, I actually never did one before. But last night I did, no lumps there.
My big boy's been unwell, guess his pressure's up again. Had to accompany him to Nairobi Hospital after my Stanchart 'bash'. He'd picked up my small boy and since he hadn't eaten from 2.30pm, he was not amused and he did a number on him including peeing in the car, serves him right for starving the kid. Anyway, got home by 10pm, made the boy eat, he hates food and I dont understand why, coz I love my food.
Anyway, was in bed by 11.
Let's see what today hold for me.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Its a beautiful day
It's a beautiful sunny day. Could not ask for more. Just had my lunch. Thought I would survive on two bananas but by the time I was done, I wanted food, real food, with nyama, mboga, ugali or rice. Well, I did get that and since I have to go for some drinks in the evening, my tummy has got to be ready for that part too.
Just back from a trip to the UK. Was great, had fun from day 1. Arrived Heathrow mid afternoon, was picked by a very good friend, went home, showered and hit the road. Yah, basically. Had to rush to dinner since it was her birthday and the place we were going to (Limehouse) was not a familiar territory to her, of course its was my first few hours in the UK too. The running around we did, from trains to buses to buses and more buses. Only to realise that we had be lied to by an 'Oga' brother who looks after lost sheep like us in the UK.
Anyway, we made it to dinner, 2hours late, the Chinese chap was kind enough to reprimand us, but all in all had a lovely time.
Went to 'House of Toby', a Ugandan chap's club, met a few Kenyans and Ugandans there, freeze and shine, man I was freezing and they were in spaghetti tops and minis, I could only envy them. Had nyama choma by a Kenyan Kale dude, was great, then started dozing off at 4.00am, we hadn't slept a wink since leaving Nai the previous morning at 8.00am.
I was forgetting, before we ended up at House of Toby, we got lost looking for the Club Afrique of UK and that's how we ended up the 'house'. I didn't mind coz at least I got to sleep a bit in the car as our 'chauffeur' was trying to find her way around London.
All I can say is that it's a massive city. Made it back home at 5am after getting lost again, I could tell as anytime I woke up the second driver had a map on his lap trying to find direction (the shortest) back to my galfriend's house. We made it ok but all I remember is waking up at around 10.00am for another long day. Later!
Just back from a trip to the UK. Was great, had fun from day 1. Arrived Heathrow mid afternoon, was picked by a very good friend, went home, showered and hit the road. Yah, basically. Had to rush to dinner since it was her birthday and the place we were going to (Limehouse) was not a familiar territory to her, of course its was my first few hours in the UK too. The running around we did, from trains to buses to buses and more buses. Only to realise that we had be lied to by an 'Oga' brother who looks after lost sheep like us in the UK.
Anyway, we made it to dinner, 2hours late, the Chinese chap was kind enough to reprimand us, but all in all had a lovely time.
Went to 'House of Toby', a Ugandan chap's club, met a few Kenyans and Ugandans there, freeze and shine, man I was freezing and they were in spaghetti tops and minis, I could only envy them. Had nyama choma by a Kenyan Kale dude, was great, then started dozing off at 4.00am, we hadn't slept a wink since leaving Nai the previous morning at 8.00am.
I was forgetting, before we ended up at House of Toby, we got lost looking for the Club Afrique of UK and that's how we ended up the 'house'. I didn't mind coz at least I got to sleep a bit in the car as our 'chauffeur' was trying to find her way around London.
All I can say is that it's a massive city. Made it back home at 5am after getting lost again, I could tell as anytime I woke up the second driver had a map on his lap trying to find direction (the shortest) back to my galfriend's house. We made it ok but all I remember is waking up at around 10.00am for another long day. Later!
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