I am currently in London, but wrote this in the airport in Nairobi:

I am sitting in a room full of white people here in Nairobi, Kenya at the airport. They’re all sitting around talking and laughing and comparing their Kenyan souvenirs. It is so crazy to me to think that people come here on vacation for a week or 10 days and then go on their merry way. I wonder if they met any Kenyans, besides the ones that were serving them food or driving their vans. I wonder if they think about what life is like here. For some reason it makes me sad and slightly angry. I know that I am just a white person, like them, and there’s no real way to distinguish myself, sitting here on my Macintosh computer, which makes me sad and angry as well. For all I know, looking around, I could be sitting in a terminal in Boston. There’s a kid with a redsox hat 4 seats away. The madness has begun : )

The first thing I saw when I walked into the terminal in London was a big lit up Gucci store. Wow.