It is a dangerous thing...

My mom will say "what a brat" when she sees this picture. I guess that face probably reminds her of when I used to tell my brothers to clean their room.

Anyways, it is a dangerous thing that I have nothing to do while I'm waiting for a program to download. Because that means I go back to my ramble mode.

This is me in front of Fort Jeezy, as Andrew would refer to it. But, more respectfully it is Fort Jesus. Most Kenyan tourist attractions we have found to be the opposite of tourist. This one was tourist central. Cannons were placed in such ridiculous locations. Why would you have a canon facing your own door? or inside your castle facing your walls? Andrew conjured up a little explanation that included some sort of pinball effect down the ramp.

This fun suggestion box is one of my personal favorites. We have seen it almost all of the tourist attractions. I'd like to say that no there isn't corruption here. But there is. Like when Brady and Sam went on their road trip and the cops pulled them over because they didn't stop? They did in fact stop and the cop asked them to "give him something." They offered him some candy and joked around with him and he let them off.

I don't really feel like I would go to the police for help here. Maybe. There was quite a hullabaloo by our house today. A taxi rear ended a military truck. The street was blocked both ways and with "dead" cars on the sidewalks there wasn't really anywhere to walk. I walked through a big group of military men and for the first time in my entire time of living in Kenya, I felt uncomfortable.

Accidents are pretty common here though and people don't have the tact to avoid staring.
It is basically thus, you got in a car accident and to make you feel about 15 times worse the whole neighborhood comes out to see it. People come from their shops, they stop walking to work just to see how it possibly could've happened. Of course, I want to join in but we were taught to never stare. Or at least to not get caught.