Sunday, December 20, 2009


Just got back from movie theater.
The quick one - definitely worth the hype. I think it will take a while before we see a movie that matches Avatar visually. The plot, character psychology and other stuff is typical Cameron - OK but not too deep but still - without major fuckups.
But the landscapes, the whole fucking world he created... Simply - Zajebiste!

Saturday, December 19, 2009


There is no such thing in Kenya as public transportation. Instead there are matatus - van size cars. In Thailand we have tuktuks, in Berlin we have U-Bahn, in Kenya - if you do not have car - there arte only cabs (negotiate, always negotiate, motherfucker) and matatus.
Matatu drivers originate from those poorest people in Kenya, who still can afford to buy driving license. OK, I know what driving license test looks like (see some post from year back), but still - matatu drivers are worst enemies of any driver, especially if you try to be gentelman and drive according to civilized rules (look: Germany).

Today I was driving to do small shopping and found analogy between Kenyan Matatu crew and Japan. But first things first. Crew? Yup, matatu has a crew - a driver and loud ticket seller. This is the guy who stands at the door and collects fare and settles the disputes and commands the driver to go or stop... You get the picture? I dunno who has higher authority - ticket seller or driver. Do not want to know....

OK, I have yet to earn the luxury of going to Japan, but - I was told - there are those people in the subways with white gloves who push people into the carriage so that the door can close. When there is a really high peak hour there number of people willing to get into subway forces this kind of solutions. The passengers travel then like sardines in proverbial tin, but - hell - they travel...

In Kenya the job of passenger pusher is assigned to matatu commander. Today I saw over 30 people being pushed, squeezed, squashed, packed into matatu. Imagine VW Transporter size van. 30 people in such a way that there was enough room for the pusher/commander to simply step in. I was astonished...