So I'm in Nairobi. Was supposed to see the people from the NGO Board, and when I walked in, the lady said, "Sorry. We'll only meet about your case next week. Maybe Tuesday . . . or Wednesday. Just call then."
I'll head back to the guesthouse soon to crash for a little bit and then get some work done. But right now, I'm at a local shopping centre doing the things we don't get to do out in the boonies: Get a haircut. See a movie. Have a cup of good coffee.
I think I might fall asleep during the haircut, I'm tired from being up too late the past two nights, working.
I like being in the city, but I love that I don't live here.