A night out in Nairobi

My first night out in Nairobi since my arrival week. The occasion, celebrating the end of a arduous week filled with obstacles. Monday morning's commute was ominous of the week to come. Much like the body's circulatory system we travel the main artery out of the heart of Nairobi as vehicle queues build on the vein into the city. Monday morning our car flowed freely out Upper Kibete as the inbound lanes posed deeper queues than normal. Our conversation, comes to an abrupt halt....there is a large bus screaming the wrong way down the middle of the expressway coming straight for us. Our driver, old Charles, (there are three Charles who work for our car service and he is uncharacteristically abrasive for a Kenyan)calmly veers and shakes his head with only slight disappointment as though he had anticipated the ongoing bus. Our heads whip around to make sense of what just happened as we watch the bus barreling down the expressway weaving through oncoming traffic....this wouldn't be the worst of our week.