We arrived in Nairobi and went down to get our 12 pieces of luggage, and prepared to go through the arduous process of customs. All our bags and boxes made it -Praise God! Picking a queue for customs is like a game of roulette. You want a short line, or even better, one that is moving quickly. You also hope to draw someone in a pleasant mood. We got up to a counter quickly, but the fellow seemed unhappy with our pile of things. He started asking questions, wanted to open a box, which if fine, of course, but time-consuming... after some more detailed questions, he waved us through....Surprised that it was so easy, we went out and met our guide and driver. The driver introduced himself "Hello my name is Moses which is a nice Muslim name...but I am a Christian."
Moses and several other random "porters" helped us load up our bags and we went to our guest house. As we left the airport through the crowds, I looked up and there was a sign. It said "Smile You're in Kenya."
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