On their way to the airport in Nairobi yesterday evening, the bag containing all five passports for my sister's family was snatched out of the open van window. Apparently my 15-year-old nephew had to be pulled back in since he was on his way out the window after the assailant. A very good lesson in 3rd-World Survival: passports/possessions can be replaced (and they were), lives cannot.

*the grandkids call my parents Kokoo (Grandmother in Maa) and Babu (Grandfather in Swahili)
2 comments:
That's crazy, but at least it has a happy ending! I always carried my passport on a hidden pouch next to my body when I was traveling in Europe. Now I'm really glad I did!
Hurray for some good news!!
Thinking of you.
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