Did I get off the plane in the wrong country?

ITS Saturday now, as you can see. Yesterday we went to the Marble Arch Hotel for our conference with all of the directors of each of the 4 villages the NGO works in, the employees from the nairobi office, and the 2 of us from the states. (im interning, and the director of the organization.) I think there were about 10 of us in total. We spent all day apparently doing everything we could to not follow the nice colored, printed schedule that took 2 hours to make the day before. I cant say that i didnt see that coming. But anyways, the substance of the meeting was encouraging overall, just to hear about some of the sustainable development projects going on, like banana farms, as well as hearing some of the issues that non profit ngos face. I had pages of notes, mostly consisting of problems that I could already recognize and tons more questions that will need to be answered. The next couple of months should be a good challenge.
My note taking was interrupted in the afternoon by a few seconds of AK 47 fire coming through the window. it was obviously pretty close to our location, and the surprise of it shook me up for a minute since it came out of nowhere. apparently it was just the cops controlling traffic. a few hours later we decided we would walk back to the hotel since it was a nice evening, and i was looking forward to it since i really hadnt seen any of the city yet. ive got a really, really, good 6th sense when it comes to security and what not in questionable areas, the same thing that you can only develop from lots of experiences with lots of different people in lots of different places over several years. that may sound a little cocky, but thats the way i see it. Im not afraid to go anywhere, but im smart enough and man enough to G.T.F.O. when i start seeing that something bad is going to happen. no need to take a knife to the neck when it can easily be avoided. so anyways, we are not even a minute into the walk, and things just didnt seem right. and remember, id gotten in at 4 am the day before and had no clue yet of the layout of the city and where we were in location to the office, where we were heading. the people we were passing on the street didnt seem to be looking at me and my group thinking hey this white guy is new and has no clue where he is, but more like what are you guys doing.yet the threat sense in my head was still rising, and when we turned a second corner i figured out why. up ahead there was a mob in the street, chanting and screaming, some people closer to our distance were standing on the light posts watching. the street was littered in broken glass and rocks, but our guy in front kept walking, talking on his phone, but we were able to get him to turn down an alleyway since the mob was a couple blocks away but looking increasingly rowdy. we hustled down the first alleywayto the right, where i almost stepped in a massive pool of blood, and was quick enough to avoid the rest as we moved. it hit real quick that this shit was no joke. as we got to the next street and our view opened up again, we saw more of the mob of the muslim brotherhood doing its thing about a block away on the left, but moving our direction, and all the non involved people running and cars peeling away. we decided real quick that those two cabs with the screaming drivers in front of us were the only option at this point, and as we sprinted across the street the entire mob was closing in on us. im not even sure the doors were closed on the taxi before our driver gunned it out of there. im not a small guy, and ive seen some stuff, robberies at knife point, had a gun pulled on me (twice actually), been in a war, but im telling you that last night in Nairobi was one of the most intimidating moments of my life. the fresh blood, the dishdashas (man dresses), and the masses of obviously pissed off violent people allah akbar, the smoky air, and no body armor or weapon, put my mind in a place i didnt want to be. Needless to say, i was a little irritated later on that I had been the one to direct all of us (me being the youngest, and only one of two foreigners) to GTFO against the insistence of some that the path was fine. I felt a little validated when we saw on the news shortly after that 4 people indeed were killed in the riots, including one of the police men, and hundreds more injured during the hours long clash with the police. Sometimes, like yesterday, I wonder why i dont just stay in the states in the nice suburbs, with flushing toilets, internet that works on command, restaurants regulated by health standards, non corrupt police, no starving dogs running through the streets, and a level of safety that few in the world enjoy. i have yet to come up with an answer, but think that if i wouldnt have to ask the question then i probably wouldnt be having any fun.