Delicate delay, but the launch of this book is adventures and thoughts just now. Preparations for the trip, lasting three weeks, were quite intense, which, together with lack of access to the Internet made it impossible to start a blog before leaving. Actually, the same trip from Warsaw to Juba ran without any interference-blowing even boredom. Because of faulty multimedia equipment, the only thing I could do is keep track of the location of the aircraft, a little monotonous, but the lack of wax and so it was good fun:). Shortly before landing in Nairobi for the first time crossed the equator and found myself on the other side. And the surprise here in Nairobi is cold. Although city lies almost on the equator, but temperatures rarely exceed 20 degrees. It's raining so pirwszy myth, the first assumption about the pre-departure Africa. This is not a continent where the range of CH always and everywhere the knocks on his knees. Modern airport, even the terminal from which I had to go further - to Juba, where instead of screens that display boards were to be housed with cardboard characters, such screens are accumulated. Flight to Juba, a cheap local airline - East African Airlines was supposed to be start collecting impressions of the African environment. Well, unfortunately, once again blowing boredom. Instead of a small samolociku with clearances in the hull of the balls, we were taken to the plane that did not deviate from the Polish standards. Ms clerk manually print a boarding pass half-closed eye for 17 kg excess baggage - begins wildly nice and friendly. Short flight, about 1.5 h. We approach the landing, we're getting lower, and even though I sit by the window, I see not a single building, tent, hut, hut built of cow dung - nothing. So what's going on, where they hid the 120-thousandths of a town. It was on the other side plane for good luck. Land on ..... asphalt lane. So far it is difficult to talk about the shock. But relax, if everything was going to be so predictable and standard it probably would not have been written with no sense of anything. The perspective changes on exit from the aircraft. Here I find that Africa starts here for me to reach where I am and what I witnessed at least through this coming year.
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