To start with, you drive on the wrong side of the road. The wheel is on the wrong side of the car (or in most cases, the van or Toyota Land Cruiser). I am going to be awfully confused when I get back to the States.
Anyway, to describe what a trip down the road is like:
Besides the main highway, it is made out of dirt and rocks, and is dusty and bumpy. Somehow, our CCS van makes it down these tiny, roller-coaster roads every day. People are constantly beeping at each other, not like the long mean honks in the city, just short little beeps to let others knowing your coming through. There are cars, motorbikes, bikes, and people walking every which way. I couldn’t drive here, even if I figured out what side of the road to be on.
I'm probably still boring you, sorry (pole)!
To walk (or run) down the road is an adventure in itself, and a wonderful way to practice your Swahili.
There is so much life here, people are always bustling around, kids playing alongside the street, or goat, chickens, or wild African dogs meandering about. And no, as much as I have wanted to, I have resisted petting one of the dogs…although they would be wonderful running dogs.