This is just a quick post updating on how I’ve recently been justifying why it’s perfectly acceptable taking two hours over lunch, with a bit of insight into the Kenyan culture of “doing business with who you know”.
In a slight detour from the East Africa Business journey, I’m updating this week with what I got up to over the festive period.
Continuing the tradition of ostensibly treating all forms of travel as being the search for a decent profile picture, this is an evaluation of how the Western part of Canada fares.
It’s broken it down into various aspects of the culture I interacted with for those also interested in finding a beaut pic there.
After getting to the stage of deciding that Kenya had won as the place I wanted to “do business” in the new year, I sat down and began writing down all of the things I would need to work out.
There were work permits, people to meet, ideas to weigh up, research to do, things I knew I needed to do, things I thought well, maybe, I don’t need to do, what to have for breakfast…
and I basically realised it could all get quite overwhelming.
Safari means “to travel” in Swahili and has evolved into more or less anything where you move around to look at animals. It is a prime activity in our search for a Decent Profile Pic.
Kenya is one of the international hotspots for going on safari and yet despite being here for a month I didn’t undertake such a trip.
I did, however, manage a few other DPP-related activities which this post is all about.
Despite having recently updated the profile picture a fortnight earlier at an open volcano, I felt it was prudent to keep up momentum in my pursuit of a decent profile pic.
Monday was to be the equivalent of a bank holiday giving us a long weekend to explore other regions in the country.
Around Saturday lunchtime myself, Olly, Marcus and Olivia jumped in the car and headed west towards Lake Kivu.
My travel plans are largely guided by the need to get an impressive Facebook profile picture.
Over the past few years I have generally looked for something with an epic landscape/ geographical wonder, and then plonk myself in the foreground.
This has taken me across Latin America, India, and after recenlty touching down in East Africa, I was now going in search across the border to the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC)
In a few weeks I’ll be taking a one-way flight to Rwanda to see what happens.
I’ve left my job, given up my flat and will be landing in a continent I have been to only once, when I was 11 years old.
The people I’ve spoken to have, understandably, had some questions about such a decision, and so I thought I would get down in words the recurring themes that come out when I tell them.
Since joining Facebook, the pressure to have an impressive profile picture has been an ongoing concern.
In order to counter this worry, I have resorted to taking semi-frequent trips to exotic locations, in the hope that I might be snapped next to something stunning, and therefore evoke the impression that I lead interesting life.
On 14th November, in a packed out upstairs room in a pub near London Bridge, I was about to get on stage and deliver my first set of stand up comedy. After a wink from the MC, I stepped on stage, took a deep breath, and let the supportive cheers from the audience die down as I cleared my throat to begin to speak.