Heri ya Siku kuu America!

There were two things I learned this past weekend. First, Africa has no shortage of Jello or Jello knockoffs. Second, Bill Cosby and the gang have not yet figured out a way to make white Jello. I tried vanilla (brown), peach (peach) and pineapple (yellow), but could not find a flavor to round out my red, white and blue jello shots. In fact, the blue turned out to be more purple so the bad news was I had red, purple and red jello shots, but the good news was that in the middle of east Africa, 15,000 miles from the US, I had jello shots to help celebrate the fourth.

The jello shots were for a barbeque being thrown by an ex-ADP guy who now works directly for an NGO and lives in Nairobi. There was a good mix of thirty to forty folks, NGO workers from Nairobi and Juba, embassy employees, journalists and a smattering of Kenyans. There was an equally good mix of food: burgers, sausages, kebabs and ribs (goat ribs, but still) that were a nice match to the copious amounts of beer (and jello shots). Capped off the party with some dodgy Indian fireworks, a bit of Wii and a game of Kings. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought I was back in the US.

Otherwise it was a pretty low-key weekend here. Watched the British Lions beat South Africa in their last test (but lose the series!), watched Federrer beat Roddick in 8 sets and watched a super bootleg version of The Hangover. Planned to go to the horse races today, but the jello (or the later tequila) shots, put a stop to that idea, so instead got all packed up and ready to head out for Dubai tomorrow.

America, fuck yeah!