At least he isn’t arguing with her about how much she brought. She’s planning to stay for a month… or longer. Midge hasn’t quite decided yet.

After putting on her hat and sunglasses, she puts her hand in the crook of his arm as they walk to the car. “Suitably horrible, but not as horrible as I thought it would be be,” she replies. “I didn’t sleep much on the flight to London.” The layover had been used to try to make herself look presentable before the flight to Nairobi.

Midge looks around as they walk. Even if the airport isn’t much to see, it’s clear to her that she’s somewhere exotic now. It isn’t the same vibe as in America or Europe.

“What time is it?” She asks, then: “What day is it?”