The days seem to be repeating themselves.  Once again, I head out to the diocese to visit Peter.  And once again, he calls his friend in the police.  But this time, the guy is there.  Unfortunately, he knows nothing about immigration stamps. 

Turkana Map

After only a few minutes, I'm escorted in to meet the district commissioner.  This is the man in charge - he should be able to write me a letter.  Stepping into his office is like stepping into another world.  There's a big wooden conference table, books, notebooks and a typewriter.  But what amazes me is that there is _no_ dust.  After only a couple of days in Lodwar I find it hard to even imagine a place without dust.

I ask the commissioner for a letter giving me permission to exit the country without an exit stamp.  He tells me that it's impossible.  I absolutely have to get stamped out of the country.  I have to go back to Eldoret or up to Lokichoggio.  I plead with him a little, but he doesn't budge.

Turkana

Strangle observation of the day is about Turkana men:  They walk around carrying stools, and have a strange tendency to wear funny little green hats.  I can't help it, but they keep reminding me of sub-Saharan leprechauns. 

It looks like tomorrow I'm heading to Lokichoggio. 

The trip from Nairobi to Addis Ababa was interesting enough that I wrote it up as a daily log.  If you'd like to read it from the beginning click here:  [ Leaving Nairobi ]

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