Traffic

Still no South Sudan - awaiting work permit in Nairobi.

Nairobi is probably quite a nice place, but it is impossible to see more than a tiny portion of it due to its ridiculous traffic.  This gets ten times worse when it rains; not because people take to their cars, but because the traffic policemen scurry for cover and suddenly whoever can honk his horn loudest has right of way.

You honk your horn to indicate that you are going, to let someone go, to thank them, to abuse them, to say that you are turning and to announce that you have a car.  Sometimes a horn is honked as part of the mechanics of the driver's art: I travelled in a cab on my last visit here with a driver who added a toot to each gear change, like a percussionist following a drum roll with a cymbal clash.