Buenas everybody! Ya estoy en Africa y hakuna matata...perdonad mis fallos ortograficos y adelante..............
Primer dia en Nairobi. Habia quedado con un amigo de amigo esperarme en el aeropuerto, llego y no hay nadie con algun cartel escrito mi nombre y tal esperandome...Aha, no pasa nada! Cigarillo, cambiar dinero y a esperar un rato a ver si aparece alquien..Me vienen 3-4 personas ofreciendome taxis etc. Les explico q estoy esperando un amigo y si no viene ya veremos. No hace mucho calor y tampoco hay mucha gente. Aunque parecia tranquilo, dentro estaba un poco tenso pero bueno...Empiezo a mirar a mis alrededores y a respirar aire africano...No aparece nadie. Ok! Encuentro un taxista y le digo q necesitare un hostel tambien, no problem dijo. Vamos a su coche, ponemos las cosas atras, entramos PERO, el coche no arranca. Ups, ek taxista habia olvidado las luces encendidas y asi la bateria murio. De repente se juntaron 5-6 personas, miraban la bateria y hablaban entre ellos. No hace falta decir que no entendia sus palabras pero si entendia el sentido.Unos minutos depues aparecio otro con 2 cables y lograron ponerlo en marcha. Mientras tanto yo iba pensando, vaya, primeros minutos en Africa y ya me aparecieron 2 marrones pero de repente uno de ellos me dice " Aqui en africa cuando ocurren cosas como este decimos que es buena suerte porque quizas el malo te estaba esperando mas alla pero ahora con el retraso ya se ha ido....me gusta esta manera de pensar y ya tenia mi primer senyal que la aventura africana esta en buen camino...En el coche hablando con el taxista me senti aun mas comodo, el es de la zona donde esta la isla y me hablo muy bien por la zona y la gente de alli..Antes de llegar al hotel cruzamos la Haile Selassie Avenue y una sonrisa grande aparecio en mi boca :-)
Llegamos al hotel y el numero de habitacion que me toco es 69...hmmm! Entro en la habitacion y desde la ventana se oyen psalmos y haleluias. Es domingo y hay misas...hmmmm! Una ducha rapida y a salir por la calle. El jaleo en si. Gente por todas partes, coches, matatus, musica, colores y por supuesto...Todos negros\as! Creo q no vi ni un blanco por mucha hora y la verdad q me sentia muy tranquilo. Continue andando por las calles, intentando no alejarme mucho de mi hostel.Compre una sim card y aparecio el primer safari adventurer intentando convecerme ir a safari. Le digo q no me interesa y continuo.4 minutos mas tarde otro safari adventurer, le pido si tiene un mapa de nairobi y me dice ir con el a la oficina y me da una asi que fuimos. Alli por 20 minutos me explico todas las excursiones q ofrece con todas las detalles. Cuando acabo le digo, y esa mapa? AA, mi companyera no esta en su despacho ahora y es ella quien guarda las mapas asi q no tengo..hmmmm!
Ya eran las 18:00 y el acababa su turno y se ofrecio a llevarme a un bar al lado a tomar una cerveza (Tusker) con musica africana en directo. Asi que en 3 horas q Tasuli estaba en nairobi ya estaba tomando cervezitas con un blackman (Richard) escuchando musica africana en directo..hmmm. Una, dos, tres, cuatro cervezitas hablando con richard sobre varias cosas y el por supuesto intentando convencerme apuntarme en algun safari...Ya habia un poco de hambre y le digo que si hay algun lugar para comer y me dice, te llevare a un bar donde hay musica reggae los domingos y alli puedes comer tambien. Pues ya esta, no querria nada mas. Entramos en un bar (monte carlo) donde habian mas q 200 blackman, otros bailando, otros comiendo pero casi todos mirando futbol (brazil-usa) en la tele (sin voz).
AFRICA- REGGAE - TUSKER - FUTBOL- POLLO CON CURRY. Tasuli contento. Ya en mi primer dia habia hecho la mayoria de mis cosas favoritas..charlar, bailar reggae, ver futbol, tomar cervezitas....hmmmmm! :-). And that is sunday...!!!!
Ya era medianoche y el cansancio empezo a entrar. Richard me acompanyo al hotel donde dormi como un pajaro hasta las 06:30 cuando al lado de hostel empezo musicasuper alto.No se q hacian pero no me molesto nada.Cambie de lado y dormi 2 horitas mas...Desperte bien, 5 minutos en la cama para darme cuenta que he despertado en africa-ducha-breakfast y a la calle. Mucho mas gente, colores, ruidos, matatus...Entro en un cybercafe y veo q tengo mail de la persona q iba a esperarme en aeropuerto..sorry pero bla bla y ese es mi numero. Le llamo, quedamos y hakuna matata....bueno, un abrazo a todos y cuando pueda seguire escribiendo.
Estoy contento y con ganas de ver que hay por venir!

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Hello everybody, i am allready in Africa and HAKUNA MATATA...Sorry for my gramatical and orthografical errors and here we go...
First day in Nairobi...I was supposed to arrive atthe airport and there would be a friend of a friend waiting for me. I went out from the door waiting to see someone with my name on a paper, but nothing. Ok, i thought, no problem! I rolled a cigarete, i exchange some money and i waited some minutes to see if someone appears..nop. Except 2-3 taxi drivers, no sign of my friends friend (Joseph). I decided to take a taxi and take me to a hostel. When we put the luggage in the car, he couldnt put the car to start. " I forgot the lights on so now no battery" he said. He went out of the car, opened the thing and imediately 5-6 persons came to see. They started looking the battery and talking to each other. I wasnt understand anything but i could imagine what they were talking about. Some minutes later there is a man coming with 2 cables and the manage to start the car and everyone happy..During this i was thinking: well, i'm only 15 minutes in africa, the person didnt come and the car broke down, but that moment one of the persons told me " here in africa when we have problems like this we say its good luck because maybe bad things were waiting for you on the road but now with this delay they gone away...Ilike this way of thinking and i took it as a first sign that my african adventure is going to the right path..
Inside the taxi, talking with the taximan i felt very comfortable. He is from the same region that i will be going (rusinga island) and he told me that the area is very nice and the people very very friendly...On the way to the hostel we crosse the Haile Selassie Avenue and i couldnt stop a big smile on my face. We arrived at the hotel and number of the room was 69. I entered the room and i could hear from next to th ebuilding psalmes and haleluyas...hmmmm its sunday! I had a quick shower and i went out to see the city trying no to get far away from my hostel..crazyness!Lots of people,sounds, colors,matatus,music...i realized that for the last 20 minutes i havent seen not even one white man..hmmm!i felt comfortable with that!
Some safari adventurers came to me telling me about the safari excursions and bla bla..i avoided some but there was one that i asked him if he has a nairobi map to give me and he told me come to the office and i'l give you there...Ok i thought, lets go. We arrived at the office, he introduced me to his boss and then he started talking with every detail about tha various excursion that the office organize. I didnt want to be unpolite so i waited till he finished and asked him about the map..aaa,my colleague that is responsible for the maps is not here right now and the desc is locked so no map...hmmmm!
He offered to have a beer with me in a bar next door with open space and live african music (i dont know if i had seen it if he didnt tell me), so in less than 3 hours in nairobi tassuli was taking beers (Tusker) with a blackman and listening to live african music. One beer brought another while with the safari man (richard) we were talking about many things and of course he was talking alot about the safaris and the excursions so he can conveice me to take one. Some beers later i told him that i was a bit hungry and he told me that he would take me to a place that on sundays they play reggae music and you can eat also..Thats it, i didnt need nothing else to be convinced. We went to a bar (Monte Carlo) where more than 200 blackmans were or dancing, or eating but everyone of them wathcing the confederation cup final on the muted tv ((brazil-usa) and the majority of them were with brazil.
AFRICA-REGGAE-TUSKER-FUTBOL-CHICKEN WITH CURRY. Tassuli was happy. On my first day i had done many of the things that i love. Talk,dance reggae, have beers and watch futbol...and thats Sunday!!!
It was allready midnight and i was a bit tired soi richard escort me till the hostel where i slept like a bird. At 06:30 loud music down from my window woke me up but i didnt mind at all. I changed side and i slept 2 hours more.
When i woke up i spent 5 minutes on the bed to realize that i woke up in africa, i had a shower, breakfast and out again..much more people,much more matatus, colors, sounds..i found a cybercafe and i saw an email from Joseph saying that he lost his mobile the other day and he couldnt comunicate with me but now he has a new one. I called him and we finally meet.......
I feel happy and with many positive energy about what is coming next....
greetings to everyone

testing

viernes 19 de junio 2009, en un mes es mi cumpleanos y cumplire 33 tacos! Pero por primera vez no los celebrare en tierras europeas...Tasuli se va a AFRICA... Bueno, esa entrada es un test para ver que saldra en el web...es mi primera vez de hacer algo parecido asi que nada..testing , testing :-)