“In Nairobi. All good. Use this number. SMS only. Should work all thru africa. Won’t put phone on roaming. Will find email soon. Text me back so I know u know.”

Nothing overly interesting. I messaged her back…

“got it. mum and dad were getting concerned / ready to kill you. hope all is well.”

Her reply:

“Never fear. Stayin in the flat one of the presidents security guards and the dude on the gate has an AK47. Hakuna matata.”