One thing I learned in Kenya is that the whole "African Rhythm" thing is a myth. You watch movies like Out of Africa or I Dreamed of Africa and you hear it over and over: "There's a different rhythm in Africa." Things happen at a slower pace. Relationships take more time. It's slow.
Nothing slowed down for us. We were up at 6 am most mornings and not in bed before midnight. That whole African Rhythm bit must have been cooked up by the East African Board of Tourism and weaseled into Hollywood representations of life in Africa to lure weary Americans over there. There's a rhythm, but it often feels more like the DC rhythm.
The African Rhythm kicked my butt, and I'm still recovering from it.