. He then manually lifted a pole to let us through. We went up to the room and got settled in. My nephew had been in Kenya for 2 weeks prior volunteering with a Christian group that was over there fixing computers. He had his mom bring a box of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups over for another missionary. We walked over to the local store called Naku Mart (at least that's what I think it was called) and he bought some paper to wrap it in. We also stopped at a Java Hut and had some lunch. We then hired a driver to take the package to the missionary house and there was a mix up as to where we wanted to go. The driver took us to the wrong place so we had to go back across town to the RVA house and drop off the package. Again, another crazy drive! People do not have the right of way like they do in America. If there is a car coming, they better hurry up or they're going to get hit!
We went out to dinner that night to a restaurant called Carnivore where there was a huge BBQ pit in the center. They were cooking beef, pork, chicken, turkey, ostrich, crocodile, etc. We were seated at a table and were told how it worked. They give you a lazy susan with a variety of sauces for the various types of meats and in the center was a little white flag. The men came around with whole turkeys, racks of ribs, etc. pierced on their swords. They called out what they had and if you wanted some, they put the sword on your plate and sliced off a piece of the meat. My favorite was indeed the Ostrich meatballs and the crocodile! Who would've thought that! You continue to eat until you are full, then you remove the white flag from the lazy susan "surrendering". It was a neat experience for sure. I guess the restaurant is world famous. We went back to our hotel and we were getting ready for bed when the power went out. Yikes! We called the front desk and they said the generator would kick in momentarily. Fell asleep pretty quickly as it had been a long journey.
Arrived in Kenya after an eight hour flight on the lovely British Airways. We made our way to the Visa desk and were escorted to the front of the line by a security guard. (I think it was my sisters blonde hair) We literally passed up many passengers and were quickly on our way to claim our baggage. I was a bit surprised at how primitive it was. The workers were climbing on the conveyor belts and in and out of the back wall. We picked up our luggage and went to customs. We were blatantly cut off by a middle eastern man with a dead snake chin strap...ewww! Normally I would've said something, but I let it slide. We then met up with Wes, my nephew and a driver that he hired from the Nairobi Hilton hotel. There were at least 4 men offering to load our luggage in the car for us. We were then on our way. What a crazy, crazy ride! There are no speed limits and there were all these people and cows and goats along side the road. We arrived at the downtown hotel and had to go through security. It was a man who had a mirror on a pole that checked the under carriage of the vehicle as well as the trunk of the car