Swamp Things is back, as we temporarily depart the sea-swept decency of the Pacific coast for a re-descent into the boglands, courtesy of a Glamorous African Media Exchange, itself courtesy of the US taxpayer (that’s you and me, except for you, Sarah.) Next stop is Nairobi, a high-altitude former swamp unlike Mexico City in every way except, that is, in being a high-altitude former swamp. But before we leave the frigid DC basement where we had our pre-trip orientation day (thanks for the tacos, guys!) there are a few… sensitive… items we should discuss.
TRAVEL TIPS #3 – HOW NOT TO GET KIDNAPPED
Our guest travel expert today, the excellent Mr. Q, may not be aware that he is our guest travel expert. On the other hand, I would be the last person to underestimate what Mr. Q knows – he certainly knows a lot more than I do, about all kinds of things that upon further reflection, I would actually rather not know. And that’s why the Glamorous African Media Exchange called him in to scare the wits out of our orientation session in DC, leaving a trail of our sweaty palm-prints on our visas and disturbing unanswered questions in his wake. (Wait, what do we say to the cops?) Mr. Q runs an international security consulting firm that I’m reluctant to name, because he seems like the kind of guy who keeps a low profile, and also like the kind of guy you don’t want to piss off, unless you’re the leader of a Mexican cartel, and even then, you might think twice. But he wasn’t there to scare us, or at least not exclusively. He had a message to deliver, pasted together from cut-out newsprint letters and smeared with the blood of cold hard truth.
YOU ARE ALL IN DANGER.
Think that airport “driver” is going to take you to your hotel just because he’s got his sweaty mitts around a piece of cardboard with your name misspelled on it? Think that anonymous phone call with an exclusive on the local Islamist terror cell is your ticket to Pulitzer city? Think your starry, stripey freedom of the press is going to spring you from that Nigerian prison? Think again, Scoop. There’s a whole world of bad guys out there just waiting to snap your photo with today’s paper in the back of their bad-guy vans, and if you don’t watch out, you’re going to end up one of the statistics Mr. Q can’t give us as a matter of policy. (“We don’t discuss individual cases.”) Here’s what he can tell you, though, and you better listen.
HOW NOT TO GET MUGGED
1. Don’t wear headphones. According to Mr. Q, listening to that Daft Punk song again isn’t only going to kill your brain cells, it’s going to distract you from that guy with a knife sidling up beside you on the way to your car. Headphones off.
2. Quit yer yappin. And yer textin’. And yer Words With Friends. Just put the damned phone away, don’t you see there’s an entire gang of thugs following you on both sides of the street? For chrissakes.
3. When they get you, and they will, here’s hoping you’ve already split your money from the rest of your stuff. Then, there’s a handy rule of thumb: if the guy’s got a gun, hand the money over and back away slowly. If he’s got a knife, drop the money to the ground and run, unless – and here Mr. Q betrayed a glimpse of his tough-guy heart of gold – he’s a twelve-year-old kid, in which case, beat the crap out of him.
HOW NOT TO GET ARRESTED FOR REPORTING WITHOUT A “LICENSE”
1. Don’t keep any messages on your cell phone.
2. Or photos in your camera.
3. Or business cards in your pockets.
4. Don’t take any notes.
5. Actually, maybe it’s better if you just stay home.
6. What the hell is wrong with you people, anyway?
7. Don’t be such a f*ing boy scout about paying the “fine”. Would you rather bribe a police officer, or spend the weekend in jail? Exactly. Now shut up and go.
HOW NOT TO GET KIDNAPPED
That’s what I promised you, right? Sorry, Mr. Q was a bit mum on this one, but certainly not because his company specializes in negotiating kidnap victims’ release. The idea is, don’t be stupid – know who’s driving the car; don’t go meandering down dark alleys with your family’s financial statements in hand; when someone offers you an interview with El Chapo, maybe think it over before you dive into that trunk. If you should get the old hood-over-the head treatment, stay cool, and make sure your boss has Mr. Q’s number.
More comforting, perhaps, although here I may be grasping at the proverbial straw, is the risk map he sent us as a follow-up, calculated from his assessments of crime, kidnapping, terrorism, corruption and infrastructure. Kenya is a cool yellow spot in a burning red Africa, comparable to Russia, most of South America, Turkey and, yes, Mexico. The only completely safe places turn out to be Japan, Scandinavia, Canada and Australia and New Zealand – and who wants to go there, anyway?