First day in Nairobi, Kenya. Journey to Africa 2018
I booked a hotel in Nairobi back in September last year from my home computer, although I can do it on the go action to replace it upon arrival. I usually book hotels and buy air tickets three months before the intended departure to the country of my new trip. Now I looked at the cost of air tickets in my direction to Africa, and saw that the cost of tickets has increased by 30%.
This time I chose a studio apartment in the hotel, in the center of Nairobi. Before arriving at the hotel, I asked by mail to give me a room not from the side of the street, as I read the reviews of tourists who were here, who noted a lot of noise from the street. My room was on the side of the street. Everything seemed to be quiet. I liked the room 45 sq. meters, a kitchen with all necessary utensils. Went to the supermarket and bought groceries. The store was nearby, but as I walked towards it, it was the first shock for me. The central part of the city, dirt and garbage. The sidewalk is broken. Sea of people. And the same number of buses of indescribable species. Barkers for their buses yelled louder than loudspeakers. Plus, the drivers of these buses honked, calling on passengers. Each bus has its own enhanced signal. All sidewalks, it's a solid street store. They sell everything, and even things that a person does not need at all. It is difficult to disperse on the sidewalk with an oncoming person without hitting the oncoming one. There is no such thing as giving way. All the rod, like the Japanese at the bunkers during the war. While walking to the store, street thieves, pickpockets adjusted to me several times. I drove it away as best I could, but they are persistent. Some lagged behind, while others immediately took their place. I had to press the backpack tightly to my chest. The supermarket itself is like a gray eatery. The choice of products is not great, and even more so fruits. In fact, I found everything I wanted. I bought mango, watermelon and melon, and everything you need for soup. The heat is unbearable. When I returned to the room, I only now saw that there was no air conditioning and no fan. I had to open the window, and from the street hot air. I had to take a shower under cold water. I cooked the soup and ate a mango, which I did not like. I remembered the delicious mango of Tanzania. After dinner is sacred, it's a dream.
When the heat subsided, I decided to take a walk with the camera, which I covered with a handkerchief. There were even more people. I saw a monument to their leader, so small and nondescript, in the garbage. I immediately remembered the monuments to modern sheikhs of the former socialist republics of Central Asia, especially Turkmenistan. A huge gilded figure of the president, everything around is made of marble.
As soon as I took a picture of their monument, tanned locals, mostly young people, immediately ran up to me, offering something. I understood one thing, that they offered me to stand at the monument, and they would take a picture of me from my camera, only I had to move away. I immediately understood their plan, and said that I saw their president in white slippers in the coffin, I can live without him. I looked at modern skyscrapers. The buildings are beautiful, but the environment sucks. I went out to the main street and went towards the central city park. Ten minutes later I entered it. The park was in a state of disrepair, but there were people. Mostly, they slept under the trees. Near the monument I saw how a local resident was sleeping on a bench right in the sun. I wanted to tell him by inertia that he would burn in the sun, but I looked closely at his coal-colored skin, and realized that the sun no longer threatened him, it would not get darker, such people do not burn out.
I was amazed by what I saw in downtown Nairobi. It seems that all the unemployed and the homeless from all over Kenya have gathered here. Everyone is going somewhere, everyone is carrying something, others just sit and look at the passers-by. The city hardly develops. The outskirts of Nairobi are even worse. I immediately remembered the positive reviews of tourists about Nairobi. Yes, according to the vouchers of our travel agencies, tourists are accommodated in beautiful, separate places in the city. Nairobi is larger than Dar es Salaam, and a little more fun, but otherwise the same. As always, taxi drivers do not give passage, flies do not fly off at all. I didn’t meet any pale-faced people in four days, apparently, they immediately go to the national parks of Kenya, where guides are waiting for them by prior correspondence. I refused to go on a safari for $1.000 and see what I had already seen, but decided to visit the local zoo and Nairobi National Park, which is located 10 kilometers from the city center. On advertising booklets, I saw him beautiful and with a lot of animals.
Center of Nairobi.
State buildings.
Killing look.
Nairobi.
Battle for the bus. Whoever had time, he sat down.
Center of Nairobi.
A couple of Nairobi. 
