Off to Neverland

We were planning to hit up a cyber café Friday morning, but the bus that was coming to pick up our luggage was a little over two hours late because they were fixing the shocks, so, we ended up getting on the bus the same time as our luggage and heading straight out from there. So, you get even more updates all at once than originally planned…

Oh well, karibu Kenya, welcome to Kenya. The culture here isn’t really as concerned about plans and deadlines as we are in the states. In Kenya (like much of the rest of the world) nothing is certain until it’s history.

The bus ride up took about seven hours, and, after a few minutes, we were more than glad that they had taken the time to repair the shocks. For the most part, it wasn’t too bad (so long as you didn’t have any aspirations of drawing a masterpiece or perfecting your handwriting) but, every once in a while, there would be a bump or a pothole of the sort that clacks your teeth together and jostles your brain around in your skull.

While we were still upcountry, several of us were kept busy peering out the windows looking for a good spot for the coffee farm we planned out in our BAM class, and, once we got into the bush upcountry, there were small villages or herds of camels a couple times an hour, so the wuzungu (white people) on the bus were kept more or less entertained.

Our long anticipated arrival was carried out by flashlight and lantern, because none of the three intern houses had power.

The girls from my team have a house, the girls from the old team have a house, and all of the guys are housed together, but all three houses are on the same power grid, so, when one house gets their power turned off because of rationing, all three houses are out of luck.

The city is installing new generators though, to replace the old ones, so, hopefully, they will put out enough power that the electricity rationing will be a thing of the past. We’ll see.