After deplaning, we promptly got into a ridiculously monstrous line for immigration. Here's what I've learned about lines in Africa: you should just ignore the signs and go to the shortest line. However, as first-timers, we located the foreigner sign and spent the next hour in line commiserating with a scruffily cute Chicagoan, who had already gone through three different security checks coming off his flight from Uganda. I'm great at finding silver linings. :) After finally clearing immigration, we headed out of the airport to Carnivore, a restaurant recommendation from both my friend and Lea's grandmother as THE place to go to try exotic game. Just getting into the compound where the restaurant was located involved being sized up by multiple heavily-armed security personnel. Apparently, Carnivore is super popular with the tourists and, thus, the government took extra precautions to make sure nothing bad happened to us. In addition to the more mundane goat and lamb, we got the chance to sample camel, ostrich, crocodile, and ox balls, which, unfortunately, tasted exactly as chewy as I'd expected. We also got our first taste of the oh-so-refreshing Kenyan Tusker beer, which turned out to be one of my favourite alky discoveries on this trip. Stuffed and exhausted, we headed to Wildebeest Camp, where I used the internet for the first and last time on our trip. You can't even imagine how absolutely amazing it felt to unplug for three weeks!