The part of me with the survival instinct had gone on vacation somewhere else apparently, as I sat there, waiting for the crowd to pull us out of the car and exact their form of justice. As it turned out, she was not even seriously injured. Once the doctor had said she was alright, we continued on, leaving the three local villigers to their own devices for getting back home. We surmized that it was probably too dangerous for us to give them a ride back, although no one with any truly authoritative knowlege of the local culture or customs confirmed this. I was later told that our driver had done the correct thing by trying to flee the scene of the accident, and was assured that, had the girl been seriously hurt or killed, there was a good chance we would have been as well.
Justice is swift and certain, apparently, and performed very differently there than back home.
The rest of the day was much less eventful. I think all of us spent most of the day just watching the scenery go by, thinking about what happened and almost happened. I know I spent most of the afternoon trying to sort through my feelings and perceptions of what had happened, with very limited success. We made it back to Nairobi as evening was falling.