The Finite

So there’s this big rift valley and we decided to all go out and hike into it. Then we hike out of it. The end.

Well, there’s also giraffes and shit.

Oh, and a water feature.

Some of my peers might have had trouble with it *coughStacycough*, but I managed to stay upright for the most part. My surefooted mountaineering skills may come from my large feet. I may be wearing boy’s size (husky) jeans, but these shoes are a men’s 11.

It’s this red dirt that we have here. If not for the vegetation, this place would have a very Martian color palette. It’s also super clay-ey and after it sets, it can pack down into a firm, running track-like surface. (This would probably explain all the skinny dudes running around for miles at a time.)

But when it gets wet, it turns into a very smooth mud that is great at holding onto moisture and staying muddy for a long time. Not good for hiking. Worse for walking through with dress shoes. Great for dirt castles.

But overall, this place reminds me a lot of Vietnam. Except maybe a little bit classier. You get the overcrowded smelly diesel vehicles, motorcycles who respect no one and street vendors selling all manner of things. Except here they sell argyle socks and I’m told there’s a man with a wagon full of cardigans. In Vietnam, you were lucky to find a decent t-shirt stand by the side of the road.

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