The purpose of this post is not to give my mother a heart attack, (although I undoubtedly will*) but to give you all a little taste of one of the ways my life is different here. Transport is something that seems to be one of the things that changes the most with every place i’ve lived. From sitting in traffic at the 95/195 split on the way to Newark to the CURSED DC metro construction, to the crammed, smelly homeless heaven of the RER in Paris I thought I had seen a fair amount of transit nightmares. Little did i realize….
For the most part here in Kenya we travel by 3 different methods
1. Boda Boda- my personal favorite and not just because it’s the fastest. These are basically motorbikes that hang around pretty much everywhere and will rush you to your given…
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