Another revealing, insightful post from my friend from undergrad, David, who is currently on internship in Kenya. Required reading for the aspiring Africa correspondents who read me.
Nairobi is cold.
I mean, not unreasonably cold, but not exactly what I expected. I come from a land of ice and snow where -30 C temperatures are commonplace and the outdoors can kill you if you’re not careful. But since Nairobi sits comfortably in the mountains at about 1795 metres above sea level, it’s cool enough to merit a hoodie on nice nights and rains casually on an almost daily basis.
As a kid, I always floated between classroom daydreams of Africa as this wild, untamed land of leopards and lions frolicking on endless planes of dusty Savannah while somewhere in the background Simba watched Moufasa fall and be trampled by thousands of wildebeests – wilder beasts, I called them. I still do in my head every now and again for old time’s sake.
But seeing Nairobi, a hustling, bustling, multicultural African economic metropolis, I feel like I…
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