After a particularly hard day driving on the stone-filled, dirt roads of
Marsabit in Northern Kenya, my Italian Consolata priest companion told me:
“Cheer up, tomorrow morning we will be using the new road.”   I had super
highway dreams that night.  The next morning I gallantly took the wheel of the
bumpy Landrover.  After driving for one hour in second gear I exuberantly
exclaimed: “At least we will be on the new road soon!”  My companion answered in
a deadpan voice: “We’re already on the new road.”