A few hours' sleep, a hot shower and cooked breakfast, and we are ready to go. News of the terrorist truck attack in Nice has reached us, and like the rest of the world, we are saddened and sobered.
In an hour we leave for our final flight, a much shorter one, 1 1/2 hours, to Lodwar. It's pleasantly cool this morning here in Nairobi. That's about to change.
On the outskirts of Jono Kenyatta Airport we get out of our vans to walk through the first round of security. Barb has her passport and money holder safely positioned under her shirt. With people waiting behind her she discovers it is all tangled up in her bra. The most awkward moment so far in Kenya is about to unfold, but the security guard has mercy and waves her through. We call it terrorist tactic # 374.
We recall Mr Bean's blind-man-takes-off-his-trousers-under-his-swimming-trunks skit. Barb has a new nickname: Beeeeeeen.
