I knew maybe three things about Kenya when my plane landed in Nairobi’s Jomo Kenyatta International Airport in late February: The traffic was awful in Nairobi; it was a “party city,” with the good times rolling as late—or, er, as early—as 9 a.m.; and in 2013, the city’s most upscale mall, Westgate, suffered a four-day siege by ...

I had a breakdown in Nairobi. Like full-on heaving sobs, snotty tears and all. Don’t be alarmed. I do this at least once every time I travel overseas. I love traveling. I love seeing new parts of the world and meeting new people and learning and appreciating new cultures. As long as I am able, ...

  I planned to write an actual Day 4 post, but…. Cousin G and I went to see the elephants in the morning. And on the way back to the cottage, we stopped at the grocery store. And at the grocery store, I bought two big bottles of water, a bug bottle of juice, and ...

So, I mentioned yesterday that I hadn’t seen any white people really, and that it was odd when I did. I was accused of seeming “slightly irritated” that there were none around. Um… not sure where that assumption came from, especially given the crack about gentrified Brooklyn. But for clarity, it was an observation about ...