A brief jot from Kenya

I'm sitting in a hostel in Nairobi Kenya. Tomorrow I embark for Arusha, Tanzania where I will meet up with Jesse Borden and stay with him and his family for a week. Last night I was in a hotel in South Africa and started taking a cold. I fought it, and felt much better in the morning. Now I feel myself getting sick again. I will try fighting it again, and will take vitamens. There is a crazy lady talking about riots in LA "and it was the black people beating the pooey out of the white people" The young black African male she is talking to is mad at someone, or somepeople or something, he's is asking why and saying that it doesn't make any sense. I am sitting in a corner, I must appear rather to be a loner. I rather am a bit of a loner. I talked to one of my roomates though, he's from Ireland and just climbed Mt. Kilamanjaro for a charity. he's very tired and doesn't seem to be very comfortable here. I'm eating Portuguese bread I bought yesterday at a South African Spar. (A Spar is a grocery store owned by a particular well-known chain called Spar.) The crazy lady and the young black man are still talking, but I am having trouble folowing them. Maybe because I'm writing this. I drank 2 1/2 alchoholic beverages in the Joberg Airport. The last half I threw away because I heard my name over the airport intercom telling me that they were going to leave and that they were waiting for me. I didn't think I should show up at the gate running with half a bottle of smirnof twist. That would be embarrassing on several levels. I ordered a whisky and a bear on the airplane too. They were complimentary. I love the airlines in Africa. I didn't drink the whiskey though. It's kinda because I'm girly, but also because I'm kinda sick. I'm disappointed in myself though. X-Men 3 was playing on the flight and I watched it. I've already seen it. I bought two books to read on the plane. They Cost like 15- something dollars each. I paid with a hundred dollar bill and got change in South African Rands. I'm sick and ought to go to battle with the fever, aka, go to bed. Good night mister LCD..