Strawberry Swing

So im in Nairobi now. ALOT has happened. After our trip on the safari we heded back to Mombasa. The town is an arab-flavored port along the coast. its like we were in a whole new world. The macadamia nuts here are cheaper than water(not really) and the size of gum balls(true story). we stayed at the bamburi beach hotel where we spent most of the day dozing on the beach and eating. and then jammed out at night. we met some americans who are doing digging up north and so we hung out with them a bit. btw mombasa has the most hookers ive seen in my life. thank god maggie is around, she works as my stand in girlfriend. but at times it works against me. its like shes the best wingman/cockblock. two sides of every coin. But it was a relaxing visit. i got even more bloated. but its all part of the fun.

i arrived at the village last monday. we had closing which was a nice. I planned to leave to go back to Nairobi on the thursday, which gave me 3 days in the village. i know its kind of rushed but i had my ideas. if it was fast id still have attachements with Wikondiek. rather than dragging it out and letting go, i wanted a part of me to stay behind. On wednesday when the schools had closed some of the boys from my form 2 art class/football team came to the house. we went on a long walk where we talked about girls, sex, the spread of HIV/AIDS, theire future. Words cannot describe the friendship i made with these boys on my last day in the village. Robert, Edwin, Kennedy, & Duncan. They will be somebody. I found out that Duncan was a full orphan, living by himself in a hut. i had to give him something. so my shoes and two shirts left my luggage. My departure was perfect. short and sweet with a memory that is long lasting.

Onto Nairobi. Took the Nyamira Express. This is the craziest journey of my life. but i lived it. by myself. Bus left an hour late, stopped every ten minutes for the first two hours, some lady sat very closely beside me (while the bus was empty), we over packed the bus, some drunk guy threw up beside me on the floor (at 9 am???), had to fight people off for my luggage at Machaka station (notrious), had my luggage searched by a cop while people huddled around me and watched what i had, couldnt get in touch with my pick up person while my phone was almost dead, had some shady guys trying to get me ito an illegal taxi, men just saying hello and asking for me, took a LEGAL taxi to mom;s house in hurlingham. ALL of this was done by MYSELF. I AM AFICA! oh and i signed up at a gym the same day, back at it and jeans fit again. eating is good, likfe is good. im looking into climbing mount kenya next week, 5 day journey (mom and dad please help fund this once-in-a lifetime chance) and im going to check out the export manufacturing zone soon. big things? lets only hope.