The Nairobi airport was hot and crapy, nothing there. I was in a good mood though. Quite a few taxi drivers, at least they clamed to be, came nagging me to use their services and take me wherever I wanted to go. I didn't really have a clue about where I'm suppose to go. A lady from the tourist desk called me, guided me a bit and advised me to go to the Y.M.C.A which is a bit more expensive than the hostels in town (she said) but then much safer and there is a pool as well. Of course she offered me her Taxi driver to get there. I took her advise and paid about 900k$ (much too much as I later learned) to the very-nice-indeed taxi driver--Jim.

Jim wanted to know how I feel coming from the holiest country in the world (Israel). I said I feel just fine.

But, sitting in this cab, looking around, I already knew I loved Kenya. All that space and the never-ending blue skies, and those very tall green trees.

The Y.M.C.A was indeed very nice. Breakfast is included and there is a very good restaurant that has fixed meals of 3 to 4 courses for about 2-4$ and also a la carte, and you can order food to the shadowed veranda. Not to forget the sunny pool... I took the cheapest room as always. It was on the 6th flour and you have to go down one flour to pee.

There were five empty beds in my room. It was suppose to be a dormitory but I was the only one there. I didn't like being in this huge empty room by myself, but then I heard voices and laughs coming from the pool and thought I'll meet just enough fellow travellers down there.

...Maybe NOT though...Coming to the pool I felt like an alien. I was the only white person around. Walking around to find a place to seat I felt everyone was staring at my unbelievably white skin. I felt very uncomfortable. I found a place, sat down and tried to be brave enough to take off my cloths. Finally I did and I jumped in to the cold water of the pool. Coming out I noticed a very white skin sitting near my place, connecting as a minority was very easy. We became best friends at the same moment.

Going down to the pool, or being a white between blacks didn’t feel weird after the first day, the Y.M.C.A --a community center as well, was the perfect place to meet and get to know the locals.