Made it

Crikey, that was hairy. Sitting at the gate with a relatively cold Tusker beer in a terminal that brings to mind the Chungking Mansion (mansion being a wildly innacurate way of describing a big building), which is to say it's a dimly lit hall filled with shop after shop selling basically the same stuff.

Today was a day I'll never forget, and not because of the traffic jam. We toured Korogocho, the third-largest slum in Nairobi. Writing about this place will take some time, so bear with me. It's a place filled with amazing stories, unbearable hardship, and it reveals the kind of generosity and hope that humans are capable of even in the most dire circumstances.

My goal tonight is to fly to Kampala, get myself to the hotel, and write for as long as I can before I pass out.