(Petrol prices are always lower than the stations in the more tourist area on the southern edge of Masai Mara Game Reserve. (which is exactly where we are heading).)
This morning the store is a busy as usual. Makali waits in the Rover while Miles and I head inside. Mathew greets us with his customary “howdy”. He is Kenyan, but of British decent. From my many previous stops, Mathew knows of my Texan heritage. Obviously his “howdy” does not have the same Texas flair as one might hear walking into a steak house in Abilene, but I still accept it as a true display of friendship. Of course, I return the “howdy” and add a little fore-finger salute, followed by a sincere handshake. After the formalities, Miles quickly grabs some bottled water and sodas, while I select some vegetables and meats.