You see, here in Nairobi, they drive a little crazy. After about ten minutes you're used to it, because you figure, well, everybody drives like that here. Then one day, you're on your way to your first story and boom - your driver hangs a U and you stare death in the face. Miraculously, everyone was fine, and of course the station paid for us all to get checked out - the worst injuries were slight back pains that went away in two days. But if you want to get homesick, you should get in a car wreck, because this situation highlighted everything I miss about home. Chief among those things: organization.
After the crash, we stood around waiting for police that never came, despite the fact that the abandoned cars clogged a major road. When a driver finally came, my colleagues and I decided to swing by the stadium for the story we planned to do, only to discover the athletes we were to interview weren't there - it was a rest day for them. So we were sent on a shoot, and hit by a car, for a story that never existed.
Welcome to Kenya.
On the issue of transportation safety: ADVANTAGE UNITED STATES.
