Even without my “Mzungu” t-shirt, I stand out as a “white man” here in Nairobi, as I see familiar shopping infrastructure and the Internet, a home away from home. Looking back, Mali is probably the poorest country I have seen and it really isn’t the same seeing pictures or videos, you have to walk the same tracks before the poverty becomes real.
By chance I was in Ghana for the 50 year anniversary of independence so saw lots of flags. The beach in Accra, Ghana, gives you an idea of the economic development of the coast near the capital today.
I need to learn to relax and maybe I should take my cue from the lions in Tanzania, after a heavy morning hunting for food.
I am flying to Madagascar tomorrow.