More people than ever crowd, bustle, and thrive along the ribbon edges of Baobab, Thaika, Embu, and Meru highways. Women with vividly colored head wraps carry loads of charcoal, firewood, or their produce just millimeters from the paths of lorries, cars, vans, and harum scarum donkey pulled carts. All the while weaveing in and through a wall of pulsating movement. Children in their dust permeated clothing seem to be sprouting from the ground like a prairie dog town or disturbed fireant hill. Men stand in deliberating groups or push bicycles stacked with coops or containers and, like a child's triple scoop ice ream cone in July, look ready to topple over at any moment. There is cataclism of last minute crash avoidance reflexes that maintain the constant beat and flow. This is Kenya and we are in it. Traveling all day in our sturdy vans we arrived about 5 PM at Maua Basin Hotel. All safe and sound.