Dear readers,

After a long day of work (succesfully concluded I might add) nothing is nicer than writing you a funny little story from one of the funniest (and most fun) places in Africa, if not the world.

A theme common to all my foreign stays so far is the experience of having to pay rent. Given the fact that I usually do not have a bankaccount in other countries, it usually involves some weird way of handing over wads of cash to my landlord.

In Kenya, one can only take out KES 40.000 per day, the equivalent of 307.70 Euros. Considering that my rent is tantamount to KES 70.000, I took me 2 days to gather all the money. The heaps of banknotes were positively epic. When I went to the reception to pay my rent, the guy at the counter nearly fell of his chairs with amazement. I verified my rental rate and had him put in writing that this was the rent for up until 17 October. he duly agreed and added with a typical Kenyan smile: 'But bwana, you do know that we prefer banking?' I wholeheartedly agreed with him, but I had to admit my telebanking equipment of BOA has yet to be delivered.

On another note, I have decided to change rooms. The noise in my present apartment is just too much. I don't want to be a whiner, but since I am paying extra for this apartment, I would like it to be quieter to. As agreed, I will move to a different wing of the complex, further away from the road and one storey up. My guess is it will be more quiet. In stead of apartment A2, I guess it will be C4. Tomorrow I will move for the 5th and hopefully last time this month. Thankfully the appartments are totally similar, so I wont have to rethink the lay out of my apartment. I will just transfer everything at par.

I am glad that some people like my good old friend Valentin (din Bolentin) have left their a comment on my blog. I would urge every single one of you to leave a comment. It does make me feel good in the evening!

kwa heri,

D

PS: Valentine, scrisesi ca ai inceput un blog.. care-i adresa te rog?