Yeah, I’d be happy to. It was New Year’s Eve and we were supposed to be leaving around midnight out in Nairobi for home. It’d have been a family vacation, by the way. We had our daughter, Julie with us, our son, Noah, Peggy Bartel, a dear friend that had been to Africa with us on previous safaris, Ian Ross and Annette Kampinga were with us. So we were getting ready to leave that night. At 8:47, there was a click like a tick (clicks) like that, and that was a bomb that was exploded in a hotel. The room above us. Above us.
