Boring old us
30.04.2008 - 01.05.2008
The bus from Mombassa arrived at 4am or there abouts. The streets were still crawling with the people that daylight rejects so like the rest of the passenegrs we took refuge inside the waiting room until they had cleared. For the next couple of days I spent a lot of time in front of the computer. The only real tourist site that we visited was the National Archives which housed a good array of exhibits from all over Africa including some really cool Congolese masks, old photos and insights into some of the thousands of micro-cultures which exist throughout the continent.
Some excitement came our way when, on the second day we walked down a street packed which had recently become packed with people and police. Not realising what was happening we walked past a few of the policemen and found ourselves in no man´s land. Seeing that we had become unsure a policemen ushured us back into the crowd. We asked someone what was happening and they informed us that the president was going to lunch. Inadvertently we had been allowed to walk within 10 metres of the presidents car unchecked. Realising that this could get ugly quickly we left the spectacle behind us. It was disgraceful that in a country full of starving people and refugee camps that so many resources could be plowed into a president´s five star lunch.