|Title:||at the bus stop|
|Location:||nairobi, kenya (1746m)|
|Text:||53 194 kilometres on the road
today, waiting at a bus stop, i watched a little boy who was playing around with his father. he'd hang on to his jeans, then run away into a bush, emerge from the other side in order to sneak up from behind and surprise him by hugging the legs.
to the boys delight the father would fake surprise and everybody, around would brake into laughter.
the game was repeated with joy and screams until the little fellow rushed from the bush right past his dad and choose my jeans as a target instead. when he looked up his broad smile deteriorated into a mask of fear and despair, his mouth fell open and the eyes almost popped out of its sockets, as he realized that his beloved father had turned into an ugly, pale demon with poisonously blue eyes and a long nose.
his panic-stricken screams were quickly drowned by the laughter of the other bystanders as his father came smilingly to his rescue, catching the little hero as he stumbled backward on his hurried retreat.