While visiting the Ngong Road Racecourse watching the Kenya St Leger, I messaged my father in England (who has an uncanny knack of picking winners). He replied, warning me of a storm forecast for 5pm. We called a taxi and left the track at 4.30pm.
There was a traffic jam on Ngong Road. There is always a traffic jam on Ngong Road. The first juicy raindrops fell just as the taxi arrived at 5.20pm.
On the way home, we passed the birthplace of doors. Still being held up in the jam, I was able to take some photographs from the taxi.
These are for the rich folks. The poor people get by with doors like this.