Burning Boat

Of course there’s a burning boat in the middle of the road.
Of course the reason why we can’t get our bus back to Nairobi is because it can’t even get out of Busia because of the FLAMING BOAT the size of a small van.
It’s January 1, 2008, and I am in Busia, tired and hopeless, looking at this boat barrier, and waiting to hear the verdict on how much more I’ll have to pay for a taxi to take me out of here.
It’s here when Adam takes out his camera for a picture. I tell him to be careful, and he slyly takes it out, keeps the camera at his side, and snaps a photo. He doesn’t pause to check if the picture is good, but quickly returns it to his backpack. Within 20 minutes, it’s gone from his bag and our last chance at bringing home any tangible memories is gone with it.
So instead of uploading a picture of this, you’ll just have to close your eyes and imagine the flames.