It was purely on a whim — to leave the house in the light drizzle. But it felt like the right thing to do on a Saturday night. The Uber deposited me by the roadside, where a clutch of cars were parked outside the new Pitstop, which had moved further down Nairobi's Langata Road.
It was a Pitstop 2.0 for sure: bigger and better, an upgrade from the previous tent. [I miss it] And it was spilling with Rhumba lovers. Of course, I couldn’t find a table or a seat. I stood around for so long with my whisky in hand I almost grew roots.
