Single white women generally not a common scene in this area. I am making a conscious attempt not to eat with my left hand – harder then you think – and expect to sweat all day as I am drowning under layers of men’s shirts and long pants. On the plus side, the view from my hotel window shows all of Garisa, stretching into the horizon. It’s a huge town, the biggest between Nairobi and Mogadishu. A donkey trotting down the road aimlessly; I did not wake up to the early morning call of prayer – sign of exhaustion as this is generally quite audible; slight sunrise, everything continues in its beige colors.