Disclaimer: Written during intake of vodoski, grammatical errors shall not be held against me. Likely to go around in circles saying nothing in particular.
I had never traveled to coast by bus before and it was an experience i wanted to have (just one of those things). The few previous times i had been down to the coast were by matatu or by a personal car which were damn uncomfy but fun all the same if coupled by some alcohol.This time though it was at night and in a bus with some other three good friends, barely 2 months after my last fully intoxicated stay at the coast(see previous post).
Madd planning had to go into this trip, like i had to make sure my Ipod was fully charged for the trip, check! Had to take a nice long meal before getting on the bus, check! Had to go pee pee and make sure bowel movement wouldnt come at the wrong time on the ride down. Kinda felt like Sheldon in Big bang theory a nerdy TV series!
Did i like the bus ride down? Hell no! I couldnt sleep. the bus was damn noisy! Mind you it was a new bus a KBE in fact with reclining chairs and a futuristic design that looked like Flintstones car (the irony!). Air con that really dint work and reading lights that dint really light, and thus i was left to my own thoughts which is not a good thing at all! Cause i end up building nice scenarios where im cruising down the highway in my new Range Rover vouge, which will not happen as soon as i would like it to :-). Plus i couldnt consume any alcohol, company regulations plus where would i dispose of the waste?
Ok im ranting *looking at the level of bottle of vodoski*
Where was I, oh yes, soon and very soon we were halfway there, Mtito a ndei! Around 2 am and the place was a bee hive of activity, there were so many busses there, twould have put Total Motor show to shame! Traders selling everything from Maasai shukas to mishkakis! Awesome i tell you Kenyans are awesome. It was at voi on the way back that i was pulled back from slumber land where i had momentarily gained admittance with ,the for lack of a better word, a loud croaking voice "Korosho, maji na soda"! I was abiut to hurl an empty bottle of soda at the intruder who turned out to be a guy hawking Cashew nuts (korosho) which sounded to me at first like an insult, forgive me i was tired, sleepy and grumpy having just broken up with my girlfriend, who happened to be sitting right next to me!
All the same i was intrigued at what it was they were making a big fuss about so i stopped one of them to find out what exactly Korosho was, turned out to be the tastiest cashew nuts ive ever eaten!
In light of recent ocuurences im feeling in the mood of change maybe some new loook blog template or something or a fresh start, im yet to decide, ill weigh my options...
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