A Summary of the Past: Part 1

I realize that as now my blog is pictureless. And those who know me would surmise that I simply have not been taking pictures, because I've never been that guy. Well, I have been that guy since I've been here and Im damn pleased about it.  Above is just a small taste of the visual magic I have captured in my camera. However it takes forever to upload pics on this internet and as such opportunities for the masses to view these images will be few and far between. That said, I will begin a swift overview of two weeks here on this side of the world. 

I am obliged to start from the beginning, with my flight. I flew from Minneapolis to London, the flight taking off at 10 pm central time. In order to mitigate the pain of the trans-atlantic flight, I quickly and decisively popped a number of Ambien sleeping pills into my mouth and slept like a child for the 10 hour duration. Upon landing, I was shaken to attention by a stewardess and shuffled off the flight. In customs, I has harangued by a government employee who was manifestly unimpressed by the quality of my passport. He told me with theatre that I should not be allowed into the country with a passport in such a condition. Eventually he let me pass. I wandered around London Heathrow for 7 hours of purgatory, feasting at that godforsaken establishment TGI Fridays. Eventually I boarded the aircraft to Nairobi. I decided 7 hours constituted a good and proper day, and wished to sleep for the duration of my 9 hour flight. Thusly, I ate some more sleeping pills. The next 4 hours were a bizarre haze... Reluctantly watching Paul Blart: Mall Cop, aware that I wished desperately to explore other viewing options, however unable to summon the energy or faculties required to pursue that avenue. After taking in the climax of "Blart", I endured a fitful sleep for the final 4 hours to Nairobi. 

The airport was expectedly dingy, though not unlike its peers in Jamacia or the Bahamas... I was shepherded into a "lounge" of some sort where I stared straight ahead for the duration of my layover. I heard my flight being called over the loudspeaker and hustled over to my gate, the last person to get on the plane. From there we stopped in Lilongwe, Malawi and finally continued on to Lusaka, Zambia my final stop. I got of the plane in the middle of the runway and for the first time stared into the African sun. Of course, I was wearing sunglasses.