Flyer than the rest of em

So this post is coming from a much more developed and modern area of the west of Kenya. We just arrives in Kisumu this morning. Its like a smaller version of Nairobi but along the coast of Lake Victoria. Its nice to be in Civilization again...as well as an area with indian people. Juni, mums daughter and also the woman we plan our stay with, arrived this week and spent alot of time with us. It was good to have someone who understood how we feel being in the bush. She took us on a small errand trip to another town called Kisii. It really opened my eyes to see that where we were staying, was in the REAL bush. I had forgotten what kenya was like for the past 6 weeks we had been here. I didnt go as crazy in the supermarket as i had before. I bought some real, dark, whole grain bread, PB, and some Jam...my god, i love PB and J. i think ive had it like 6 times so far. i even brought it along for our kisumu trip. Love it.

Looking at what has happened within me while ive been here, i think ive been able to notice some changes. Maybe not changes, but alterations. I still greet people with handshakes, which is the norm here. I eat food with my hands when needed, otherwise i stick to utensils. The others in the house do the same.Ive stuck to almost the same outfit for almost everyday. My runners, my jeans (which ive only washed 1 time during my stay...ill explain why if you ask) and two button ups. That is my shcool attire. When it comes to buying articles like souvenirs and gifts, i barter. Ive lived in india and i know how to bargain. I maybe cheap, but im not stupid. I speak slower here and oddly enough i keep my words to a minimum. They like to repeat everything i say and being a spectacle has started to lose its appeal. I liked having my own space and not constantly having someone asking me or staring. Im sort of closing myself off. But i dont think its a bad thing at all. I kind of like it. It gives me times for myself. To reflect. To think. To see things.

In terms of culture roles, i can feel myself becoming more like the men here. Kinda lazy. Sometimes though. At times i expect the house help to do things but then at other times i remember what a slap from mom feels like when i dont do things myself and get back at it. I judge the men here by their first glance at Maggie. If i get the creeper vibe, i talk less and make sure she is safe. im kinda like a guard dog in a way. but cooler, and styll almost as hairy. Not on my body, just my face. MOSES! Again this experience isnt new to me. Africa is like India.Except here they blend into the night more.