|Location:||nairobi, kenya (1746m)|
|Text:||53 194 kilometres on the road
today i was the cook. i was not appointed by anyone, but i might have disappointed everyone by the food i forced upon chris and his girlfriend diane: fish in a lemon-cream sauce with rice and carrots.
nairobi's jungle junction is not the usual 'backpackers' style accommodation where travellers come and go every day, and where must run for cover when yet another 'overlander' truck unloads it's cargo of carefully guided teenage adventurers.
here it's more like in a family and people tend to stay weeks, rather than days. everybody knows each other and i don't even lock the door to my room when i am out, which this feels perfectly normal.
every sunday chris prepares a great barbeque on the terrace so, today, i felt obliged to return the favour and punish him and his family with the ultimate secret of my private collection of recipes.
while i turned the kitchen into a battleground nathalie and chantale, the little niece and the daughter of diane, discovered my digital camera's qualities as a kiddies toy… the result: fingerprints on the lens and two out of 100 good shots.