So a taxi ride in Kenya means that you put yourself inside of a Toyota Camry-sized car, often with a hatchback. I knew that people could pile into these things, but I had no idea. Jane, who works at the Thiiri Centre, took me to the post office and rode with me so that I could get the hang of things. We flagged down a taxi. Nice and easy. “I can do that,” I thought. There was a driver, someone in the front seat, and then a person in the back seat. There was some kind of nitrogen canister or something in the hatchback, but I tried not to think about it. Then, after 50 yards, we stopped to let in someone else. Remember, the tally is: one passenger in the front, and three in the back. That person squeezed into the back seat with us. After about a mile, we stopped again. (Tally: two in front, four in back.) You get the pattern. By the end, we had eleven people in the car: two in front, five in back, four in the hatchback. We used to do this as a joke in college, but it seems to be par for the course for public transport in Kenya. Cost: $0.50. Length: 3 miles.