Rest Areas are quite convenient. I hear a lot of complaints about Rest Areas and the fact that they are not always terribly clean or pleasant. I would just like to point out, however, that they have a minor convenience we call a toilet.
I think I might have mentioned that our drive home was quite long. There was one small town called Narok between Nairobi and home where we would stop, pick up mail, chat with the missionary family living there, and use their clean toilet. After that, there were six more hours between Narok and home.
A “Rest Area” was any clump of bushes thick enough to kind of camouflage a white hiney as we went about our business. We generally designated a boys’ side of the road and a girls’ side. The girls’ side being the more wooded of the two.
When the wide open plains were the only option, the car itself served as the barrier between the two genders.
Rest Areas in the States are definitely something for which I am thankful.
p.s. I love this car. If I could find a fuel efficient version, I would drive one of these instead of the old mini van. Especially if I could get it in red!