In Kiswahili, you say urafiki.
The rambunctious friends from Zambia stayed in Dave and Ronah's apartment.
While Dave's (and our) friend Christian...
...hosted the California contingent in his beautiful Nairobi home.
Of course, it's not like the two groups of travelers stayed apart for very long.
Allison knew she'd be surrounded by new friends in Kenya, but just to hedge her bet, she brought a few old pals along with her anyway.
Here's another one.
So by the time of the wedding, everything was already rocking-and-rolling.
This one's a caption contest.
The bravest thing I've ever done in my life was to get on the dancefloor later that night with these Kenyan and Zambian dancers.
No, I didn't hold my own.
That's a Tusker in Monte's hand.
Now and then—like when watching futbol and eating nyama choma—Masaa and I have had a few of those with Monte, too.
Earlier at the reception there had been a sudden downpour. And now on the way to the dancefloor, our bus slid off the black cotton road into a ditch.
For some that just meant that the dancing began a little earlier.
And anyway here's comes Gilbert to the rescue—in the wedding-festooned John Deere.