live blogging my ass

any of ya'll ever tried to find an internet connection in Kenya? I arrived safely last night (with my colleague), but what a trip it was to land from the plane, hop in a taxi, get lost on the way to your lodging only to find out that Mrs. Tozzi (with whom you were to be staying) does not recall you calling to book a room for eight nights. So you and the taxi driver scheme in a mini-mart parking lot while Mrs. Tozzi calls a friend to see if you can stay there. Good news: you can. Bad news: the home is beautiful. the bed is big. you have a private bathroom. it is a very wealthy italian family's home wherein black Kenyans are there to serve you and the family. Yes, you, who has come to Nairobi to take part in a large social justice movement, are officially participating in the colonialism of a country. Welcome to Nairobi. Oh, and there's also no internet anywhere. Except, of course, in the internet cafes. And let me tell you how speedy those virus-filled computers are (the one I'm working on currently has frozen six times in the course of crafting this little ditty). So savor these beautiful moments cause they're are going to be few and far between (hopefully at least one a day though!). Oh, and just to assuage your fears about the rain....it's beautiful here. I'm 'bout to get a tan (if I ever get out of any of these meetings on neoliberalism)!!