If I had been watching the past few days from a third person standpoint, I would probably have found it all hilariously funny. In fact, with a little distance it will probably make for a hugely amusing re-telling. Right now though, I think I‘m leaning more towards bemused disbelief.
So yesterday the whole gang (there are five of us currently in Nairobi) heads off to downtown Nairobi to file some paperwork that would get Steph and me, the two newbies, added on the research permit. After about a 45 minute drive through morning rush hour traffic we get there, only to find out that we’re missing a stamp and signature or our paperwork from Kenya Wildlife Services. Sooo, that’s a bust, we can’t do anything more until we stop by KWS and get that last bit filled out.
Then we stop by the science supply store (also downtown) were we need to get some isopropanol. So, we get a little lost, eventually make it there, and, oops, they’re out of isopropanol. Turns out camp will be fine without it for another 3 months, so fine, we leave it at that instead of wandering around trying to find another supply store.
Next stop, renewing the gun permit. Don’t get excited, the gun permit is just for the tranquilizer gun. We stop by the police station where we think the office is supposed to be. Nope, wrong place. We have a quick chat with one of the policemen to see if he knows where we should go, and he tells us that we need to go to all the way to the industrial area… huh? That’s way out of our way. Then, as we’re pulling out of the compound, he comes jogging up to the car to tell us no, wait, he just asked someone and we really only need to go about 10-15 minutes away. Ok, no harm no foul, he caught us before we had to drive clear across the city.
Fast forward a few minutes to where we’re sitting in traffic trying to make our way to the firearms department. Traffic starts to move, we accelerate slowly from a stop to inch forward… AND THE BACK WINDOW OF THE BRAND NEW FIELD VEHICLE FALLS RIGHT OUT OF ITS FRAME!!! Now the glass is pretty sturdy, it hit the ground and stayed in one piece… until the car behind us decided to roll over it. So there’s us, with 5 people in the Suzuki, staring blankly at the huge honking whole in back hatch, and the thousands of tiny pieces of glass on the road that used to be our rear window.
So once we’re over the shock we manage to get to the firearms bureau and get the permit renewed, but we have to leave some people with the car since, hey, no way to lock up now.
Permit in hand, we proceed to KWS to get the research paperwork signed, but oops again, we show up just at lunch hour (yes, at this point it was only noon, we were out and about by 6:30 a.m., go us!) and the person we need to see about this has just gone for lunch. We get re-directed to a very nice gentleman who can help us out, but then he lets us know that the person who needs to sign is probably gone until some time next week since he has to attend a funeral out of town. We apparently just missed him since he was there all morning. Yay.
As this was happening, Dave (one of the veteran hyena researchers) started feeling sick. We were all pretty worried, so we dropped him off back at the cottage to rest.
We had a little more luck that afternoon, managed to pick up another field vehicle from the shop after some routine maintenance, got some butane for the camp stoves, stopped by the chemist for malaria meds, and went grocery shopping. At least we managed to get a few things done.
SO, after all that hopefully today would run a little smoother right? Not quite. We took Dave to the hospital since he was still running a temperature, and they promptly decided to test him for everything under the sun. The plan was apparently to check for everything, rule things out, and go from there. (Not a bad approach actually, if I get sick I’d prefer they be thorough, but poor Dave had to wait there for 2 hours.)
We get back into the car (the one that had just come back from the shop) only to find that for some reason the seatbelts are locked. We tried every possible method of jiggling, jerking and finangling the damn things and they just wouldn’t move. This isn’t such a big deal in the field since you don’t really use the seatbelts out there, but in the city the police will stop you and hassle you over it -- they’re pretty strict about the belts.
So, back to the cottage to change cars, there’s one other tiny one that seats exactly four with no extra cargo space. This is fine, four can fit comfortably and there were only four out of the five of us out running errands today, except that we were supposed to do the big grocery shopping trip today and get all the food supplies for the two camps. No way we could do that now since there’s nowhere to put it in the car.
We go off to get a few of the smaller things done, get some paperwork copied, get some money changed at the ForEx, pick up the mail… which mostly goes alright except that the post office is closed.
Back to the hospital to pick up Dave, and it turns out it’s a bacterial infection. Not too bad, at least it’s easy to treat,. At that point we decide that we’re done for the day, stop to get something to eat and head back to the cottage. Yay for downtime, which is when I’m writing this.
Anyway, we’ll be in the city for a few days longer than anticipated, but we’d all rather give Dave a few days to recuperate.
Despite all the mishaps, I am still enjoying myself :P At least life is interesting, right?
Bye for now, I’m going to see if I can help Andy fix the seatbelts in the car, and if not then I’m off to study more Swahili.