This episode recounts a typical day when I worked in Nairobi riding horses and the choices I had when I had to get from farm to farm. One way was catching the local mini-buses (called matatus). I always got plenty of stares walking down the back streets of Nairobi, dressed in chaps, spurs and carrying a whip. Interestingly, I was never robbed. However, the overcrowding of these vehicles, their state of roadworthiness and the state of the actual roads accompanied by speed meant there were often fatal accidents. Somehow I survived the many trips to tell the tale. At times I had access to a car and drove between sites. You had to be careful when driving, especially at night. The car could be forced off the road and be hijacked. At one time when I was house-sitting, I did not return one night as the rain was so bad. There was an attempt of a break-in that night when no cars returned. Luckily the servants were loyal and raised the alarm.  From the time living in Nairobi, I learnt to be thankful for the relative freedom I have in my home country. I don't have to live behind high fences and lock myself into my sleeping quarters with alarms and an assortment of weapons beside my bed. I can also drive at any time within relative safety from being forced off the road and my car hijacked. Our public transport is very safe and reliable, and our roads are generally in good condition. Having seen this in Africa, I have so much gratitude for remaining safe throughout my travels and my many journeys. However, I do not regret any of my adventures as I feel I have lived life to the fullest, as one big adventure - risks and all. Photo: Matatus lining up in Nairobi - Doreen Ajiambo  --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/justine-murray0/message