So, I'm in Kenya, in the poshest hotel ever. Posh enough to have never featured on my radar when I was yeto. I'm sitting in the atrium, on the wireless internet, scans of an English country club, a bit ashamed about how much money SGM is spending on this trip. If they ever send me on my own, I will insist on somewhere cheaper. But then I am travelling with the big chief, so...

off to thika high school this afternoon. All other schools are shady schools, apparently.  

Planning to bring you back some chilays. Two good candidates sat next to me on the plane - twins even - blonde but homey. Unfortunately they only spoke German.

films: Sahara (McConaughy doing his grunting american thing again, so good value) Pottier 3 (harry's acting abilities being sorely tested as the series gets darker and more emotionally complex)

food: lasagna. greasy like you would not believe. 

arrived at the hotel to find my colleagues in the bar of course, drinking coffee and then whisky. tusker time.