SO in February I decided to go to Kenya for one reason and one reason only. To unwind! When you’ve been stuck in the house with a baby changing diapers and doing bottles all day. You’ll understand!
I embarked on my first trip abroad (or home) with the baby on a very ungodly hour. Had to start my day at 2.30am to catch the 4am National express to Heathrow T5. Good thing baby slept all the way to Heathrow and managed to check before she got cranky.
The check-in itself is a nightmare when you have formula and baby food. I mean, it’s bad enough for a passenger travelling minus liquids and all. First off the security dudes broke my little travelling thermos while trying to force it open. You’d think they would’ve asked me to help open it but nooooo. They had to break it open, then hand it to me advising me to buy a new one! The nerve! I didn’t have time to argue so I told them to bin it. Fed the baby and off started the long trek to the T5 gates.
Goodness gracious! Why on earth are those gates so far off? If I had not brought my pushchair along, I’d be totally out of breath. Which I was on the return journey cos dudes at JKIA decided to take the pushchair to hold instead of the cabin! The immigration guy thought I had drugs on me cos I was panting so much with a baby and hand luggage.
Got to Nairobi and halloooo moto! Wah the heat! Anyway everyone was complaining that it was hot and I was no different. Baby was as red as a tomato. Took so long to get through immigration and took forever to get my buggage. Some bright fool had offloaded my pushchair and set it on the side, luckily after being impatient i peeped huko nyuma and saw it propped up on the side. Sent some guy and they got it on the belt..fools!
Got a taxi which nearly ran out of fuels so it had to turn back somewhere. We ended up chewing an illegal u-turn and before we could blink, a cop was cocked a gun at the windscreen shouting..wakisha taa ya dani! (switch on the light) so the cabbie did! He didn’t have any money to give them and they told me to get another taxi to get us home. At bloody 11.30pm! My baby started crying and the dude had the nerve to ask me for money so as to release the taxi. Had five soc and after like 30mins of being there, decided to give them and we asked for change. Gave us a soc back!
Was in bad at 1am tired but glad to be home.