The regional office asked me to work with the staff for a few days so I changed my return flight to Wednesday evening. At least I have some pals in Nairobi - on Saturday I'm going shopping and then visiting with a friend, and then Sunday I'm attending church and then lunching with another friend.
One of the things I miss most about living overseas is having a driver. I hate driving in general, and there's no way you're getting me on an urban street in Africa with a stick shift. On Wednesday I needed to get a mouse for my laptop and stock up on Diet Coke, and I went with one of the taxi drivers who wait outside of the hotel. He seemed very nice, and so I went with him again when I met up with fellow ICAPers at Furusato Japanese Restaurant. He told me on this trip that he shared the taxi with another friend (they drive in shifts), and he's also studying business. But jobs are hard to find, even with a degree. Peter is nice, serious, punctual, and courteous, and I'm hiring him again for Saturday shopping, going to and from the office, and finally to the airport. At least I am helping out a bit.