i write to you from libya.. at least, the libya room at the naivasha lakeside tourist lodge. this is my seciond time i've visited this little kikuyu town. however, for all its braggings, the only view i'm seeing out of my window is the italian highway.. a stretch of creviced roadway built by italian pows.

alas, the dirve down to naivahsa wasn't exacatly memorable. steve, brooke, mwambi and i left after dark, so i couldn't see anything outside of the window. nairobi's slums disappear at night, a if they never existed at all.

even though i havne't been delegated many responisbilites at this conference, i feel like i am under pressure to do well. after all, i am attending with three of the most fascinating men i've ever encountered. steve, the director of khrc, has a riotous sense of humor and a very bizarre effect.. ojiambo is the sexiest man over 40 that i've ever seen, and probably the most intriguing and charasimatic, and mwambi is dope as all hell. we chatted about popular movements, guerilla warfare and "the establishment" today over dinner. unforuntnately, i was tired like nobody's business and zones out/nodded off repeatedly.

alas.. lala salaama (good night)