Surviving the near-malaria experience

Well, I've survived my first near-malaria scare. I still am not sure what it was, but I got some sort of stomach bug right as I got off the bus in Mombasa - it could have been the slightly clumpy yogurt I finished the night before, the lack of sleep on the overnight bus, or the horrid weather change from cool and breezy in Nairobi to stinkin' hot and humid in Mombasa. Whatever it was, it knocked me out for at least 24 hours as I spent the first day party on Neema's friend's couch and party curled up in a fetal position at our hotel. I was afraid I had malaria, and it didn't help that everyone who saw me asked "you don't have malaria do you?" Luckily, no chills - outside of the humidity induced ones - and no severe fever beyond normal stomach bug issues, so I think I'm safe. Young escaped my fate and had a much better time, although he was a trooper and kept me company for most of the second day.

I've recovered mostly now, although I'm still having a bit of trouble with bigger meals. I was good enough though, to go out to the Mombasa National Marine Park here to meet up with a friend of Neema's who works for the Kenyan Wildlife Service. He took us out on a KWS boat for a couple hours, right off the coast, where Young and I snorkled and swam with the zebra fish. Awesome!

Anyway, things, as expected, have gone against expectations, and especially against schedules. We have decided to ditch our backup plan of going to Lamu (itself a plan arrived at after we decided we didn't have enough money for Kilimanjaro) and head directly down to Dar es Salaam tomorrow. So, we're finally leaving Kenya, after a few really nice weeks with old friends and new friends.

I don't have anything new and substantive and introspective to post - stomach bugs tend to take away any time for introspection, let along time to write! - so instead, I'll share this video from Kampala, Uganda of a conversation we had with a couple of boda-boda drivers there. Hope ya'll like it!