In the morning there was a telegram to say that the inner tube would be delivered during the day to the BP station, so I walked down to the junction and got to work again on the wheel. The day moved by slowly and I let it, working a bit, and talking and watching people come and go at the pump. A van arrived in the early afternoon, shiny and brisk from the city, with two tubes and two rim belts, and I viewed Nairobi through Kibwezi eyes as awesomely efficient and remote.
