Sick Matatus

Sooo. I made it to the coast of Kenya and it is incredible. There is a lot to say so Ill summarize. The beaches are white sand and the water clear blue. Nikki and I went diving and the reef was pretty decent. We swim, eat, swim, eat. Here the sex industry is disgusting. The coast is a vacation spot for middle aged Italians. What's nice is the western influence on the area. I cant deny that I love the option of pizza although we usually each chiaptis anyway. What I dont care for is going to a restuarant with mostly middle aged white men and their local prositute(s). Clubs and bars here are filled with mostly with prostitutes. It makes me sad for the idea of marraige. Also- we cant really hang out on the beach without being bothered every 10minutes by the "beach boys" -male prostitutes. They are pretty awful: we've tried many tactics. If you are polite- they stay, if you are rude- they stay, if you dont speak- they stay, if you pretend to speak another language they dont know- they stay.... if you dont look at them they say ' youre just ordinary you know'.. Africans in their desperation for money are relentless and 99% of their conversations head to the "give me some money" punchline. Ive found that I prefer to talk and just ignore that part. Nikki and I like to play soccer with the kids and play card games at dinner. And my favorite part of the coast is the sick matatus. Matatus are the vans used for public transport- they pack em full of like 20 people and everyone pays 20cents. But on the coast its like an episode of 'Pimp my ride' - Kenyan style. Yesterday I was in one with the wall covered with Lil Wayne, TuPac, ..everyone really.. and on the wall it said "The Rich Also Cry". Matatus with soccer team themes, rims, music videos playing, ...... Im gonna miss these matatus. Next move: Ethiopia for Christmas ;)