Kissing a Giraffe and other doings

Well, it's late and I don't really have much time to write. The day has been so full that all I'm going to do is give some photos with captions.  The full story will have to wait.

Allegra finally found the fabric store.  This is typical Kenyan cloth.  Such great colors.

The convention center is very patriotic with flags and a statue of Jomo Kenyatta, the father of Kenya.

Looking toward the Ngong Hills from the top of the Convention Center.

Allegra can't resist a school group on a trip.  They are from a public high school and are visiting Nairobi for 2 days.

Marvelous jacaranda at the Railway Museum.

Nairobi owes it's existence to the engineering difficulties the British encountered as they tried to build the track over the eastern escarpment of the Rift Velley. Finally they completed the track from Mombasa on the coast to Kisimu on Lake Victoria in 1901.

At the Giraffe Center in the southern suburb of Karen, giraffes ate from our hands. Their tongues are vey long and thin (25cm).  They greedily pick up food pellets from your hand.  After a few pellets when thy are used to you they will grab the pellet from between your lips planting a wet kiss on your face.

Just before the kiss.

What beautiful, graceful and friendly animals they are.

Peter's conference had a gala dinner at Carnivore, the best restaurant in Nairobi.  We were entertained before dinner with Masai dancers, Chukha dancers and different groups of drummers.  I made friends with the Congolese woman at our table when I asked, "Parlez-vous français?"  Once we started, we never stopped talking.