Louder Than a Freight Train

In younger days, I seemed oblivious to jet lag. I simply stayed awake while traveling and then would go to bed at night in my new place, sleep through the night, and wake up the next morning on a new schedule. Now … not so much. Of course, back then I was also oblivious to the effects of caffeine, arthritis, and hair growing in my ears, so jet lag should come as no surprise.

Here in Nairobi, I’m 7 hours ahead of home. So at 2 a.m., it was only 7 p.m. to my body.  I tried to stay awake en route, napping only for an hour on the plane to Amsterdam and another from there to Nairobi.  Having had only 2 hours sleep in the previous 36 hours, I thought I should be able to drop off easily last night. Umm … no!  I had almost pulled it off when I heard a terrifying noise that woke me and kept me awake most of the remaining night. It wasn’t loud like pealing bells or the tree frog in Stone Mountain that sounded like a screaming woman, but I heard it like a roaring freight train. It was the simple “bzzzzzztt” of a mosquito landing in my ear. That’s a nuisance in SC. That’s a nightmare in East Africa.

I finally drifted off about 6 a.m. That makes sense, since it would have been 11 p.m. at home. What did not make sense was then waking up at 7 a.m. Well, I’m sure my circadian rhythm should equalize over the next 9 days … just in time to reverse the process. 🙂

OK, off to breakfast.  Or is it supper?

gkr1996 posted at 2017-10-11 Category: Kenya 2017