A Tourist In My Own City

Ok, I'm loving having Theresa visit. Not only is it incredibly fun to hang out with a friend from WAY back in the day, its also fun to be pushed out of my usual boundaries in my own city. I live here. I work here. But I don't get to do all the touristy things around here- mostly because I LIVE here. But I have a guest who doesn't live here and doesn't have the opportunity to feed giraffes every day if she wanted to! So I get to do all the cool stuff in my city now too! Its kinda fun to be a tourist every once in a while!

Today we decided to go to the Animal Orphanage and the Giraffe Center. I'd never done the animal orphanage before- its in the Nairobi National Park (where we had our ill-fated safari adventure last week with the broken down bus, the hippos and the lion!) So we headed back- it was a bit of an adventure to find this place but we got there just as they were letting everyone in for the orphaned elephants' mud bath. So cute!!
For those who are wondering (KELLY) the elephant orphanage is where young (often TINY) elephants are brought when they have been separated from their herd or their mother has been poached or otherwise dies. They each have a handler who lives with them 24/7 to care for them and when they are 4 or so they are taken to another facility inside on of the game reserves where they will be slowly re-released into the wild. They also have some young rhinos.

Then it was off to the giraffe center to feed the giraffes. Its kinda cheesy but where else can you hand feed a giraffe?

Best Safari EVER!!

Let's just preface this story by saying, when Theresa came to visit, I promised adventure and animals. And today I sure delivered.

We had heard rumors and seen guidebooks that said Nairobi National Park had a bus from town that would pick you up in town, take you to the game park, give a guided tour and drive back to town. Sounds like a great deal. Nairobi National Park is the only national park in the world this close to a major city and I wanted pictures of animals with the city scape in the background. (like this) The only problem was we couldn't get a consistent departure time. Everything we checked said different times (and places). So we went for the earliest time.Left the house at 7:45- got to town in PLENTY of time so we stopped for coffee. At 8:30 we were waiting at the pick up point (that has no sign, no office or anything that would make you think a bus could possibly come here to take people to the game park.) I talked to some watchmen who said there was a bus, it would come today but it wouldn't come until 11am. Ok well its 9 now- we went to eat some brunch and came back. I talked to a guy selling magazines who said that there was a bus, it would come today. Great. So we waited. And waited. And waited. We noticed another family waiting so I asked them about the bus- they were waiting for it too. So we all waited. And waited. At noon, the mom went to ask another watchman who said the bus would come at 1pm. We decided to go, get some iced tea, use a bathroom and come back at 1. We came back and there was the bus! We get on.... and wait. I told Theresa I bet it wouldn't leave until 2 (b/c one guide book said 2pm). So we wait- and wait- and at 1:50 we go. Good thing we didn't wait and come at 2!

So off we go for our day safari. Its supposed to be a couple hours and a nice tour through the park. We get to the park, the bus fills up, we pay and off we go. Saw some giraffes up close, and some rhinos, some heart beasts, etc. Over all, a fun afternoon.

We come around a corner and see a watering hole with 2 hippos heads sticking out- very cool. But as the bus tries to drive around the tight corner of the watering hole, the back tire slips off the road. We are now at a precarious angle, angling down into the watering hole with the hippos we just saw. Fun. The driver starts trying to back up and move forward- great plan except we get more stuck and we are leaning at an even more precarious angle. We are STUCK stuck- and we all have to get out.

Now safari rule #1 is NEVER get out of your vehicle! ESPECIALLY when you are less then 50 yards from a hippo! (Hippos are the most dangerous animal in Africa- they kill more people here every year then every other animal). But the bus is going to tip, so out we go. Kids, adults, everybody. And that's when we find out that the reason we were going on this particular rout was because someone had just seen a lion there (its pretty rare to see a lion at that time of day). So we are standing in the grass with reeds separating us from a known hippo and somewhere ahead is a lion.

Theresa's First Safari: The stuck bus, the reeds separating us from the hippos and somewhere ahead are the lions.

The men decide to try to push the bus out- but only ended up tipping it even more. That bus isn't going anywhere- and neither are we. Can't get back on the bus because it will tip now and we are trying to keep all the kids close because of the lion and the hippo.

So what now? We wait for alternate transportation. I saw the guide calling someone, explaining our situation so I figured the main gate would send a new bus and we'd be on our way. We wait about an hour and a half with no word from anyone and I decide to go talk to the guide to see what the plan is. I'm looking, and looking- I don't see the guide. Or the driver for that matter. Or the other guide! Then I remembered seeing a few men taking off down the road a while before. Yup- that was them. So we wait. I went over to see if the hippo had resurfaced- couldn't see it anymore but you could see it bubble every once in a while and watch its back start to resurface. Cool but it would have been cooler from inside a vehicle!

Now, its coming up on dusk- and what do animals need at dusk?? Water. And where are we? Standing between the animals and their only water source. We are watching a group of giraffes getting closer, a herd of zebras, and we're still keeping an eye out for the lion.

But here comes a big truck!! Yay!! Wait- that's not a truck we can ride in- that's a truck with a winch to pull out the bus. And who's driving it??? The driver who got us stuck to begin with!! Oh this is going to go well. The guys hook up the chains and the winch, a tractor shows up to help (not sure how but that's my call). And now other safari cars are stopping to take pictures of us- from a distance of course- so Theresa and I are the newest attraction at Nairobi Game Park!! After about an hour they get the bus out- but who knows how safe the axels are now?? This bus was sitting at a 45 degree angle for 3 hours. But there aren't a lot of options. Its now almost full dark and we want out of the park. So we load in the bus.

I was talking the driver, he said that he and the guides had gone back for the truck and help but they were so scared of the lion and the hippos that were around. He said "we were very afraid- so we ran. We ran fast." too funny.

You'd think the adventure stops here right?? Nope. We take off down this road on the axles of unknown stability only to find these huge piles of dirt along one side the path. And I mean HUGE- they are 3 or 4 feet high and take up half of the path. Getting around one of these piles was was got us stuck to begin with. Avoiding the piles didn't work before so what do we do now? Drive straight through. The bus is tipping at ridiculous angles, at one point Theresa looks out her window (which was basically pointing at the ground) and says "Linds! there's a huge HOLE under me!!!". But we made it out to a more main road in the park. And now everyone is laughing hysterically (because stress will do that to you!). Everyone starts singing and then started mocking the guide's presentation saying "Bwana George, what type of ecosystem is this?" "What type of tree has the wide leaves?"

So we finally get to the main gate and start heading towards town- but its DARK dark now and I don't go out after dark but there aren't a whole lot of options. The bus drops us in town and Theresa and I make our way home.

So we are fine. Safe and sound and had one ridiculously hilarious safari!!! I'm soooo going back again!! So come visit everyone!!! I'll get you stuck in a safari park at dusk standing in between hippos, a lion and all the animals coming to drink!! Fun times!!!

My Traditional Kenyan Birthday Suprise

So we have this tradition here, I have no idea where it came from, but on your birthday your friends get to throw water on you. I wasn't in the office on my actual birthday but my teammates decided to take care of it today.

I really only got hit with a little bit but my team leader and a few team mates all hit me with water from their water bottles. I don't really get what the symbolism is but I do know enough to try to dodge water bottles and buckets all day on your birthday!!

At least it was warm today. I'm not so sure it would have been so funny if it was as chilly as it was a few days ago.

I don't think Theresa believed they would do it until the water started to fly!

Wildlife in Nairobi...

I woke up this morning, went into the kitchen for some juice and found this:

Yup. A gecko in a coffee cup.

Yeah, that was a first. And kinda strange.

I think it was probably warm when the sun was shining on it but then the sun shifted and the gecko was stuck. Regardless, this was the first gecko I've found in my morning coffee cup...

Theresa's Here! Theresa's Here!!!

I'm so excited! A friend of mine from home is here to visit!! She is the first person from home to see my life here. So for all of you from Good Shepherd, Theresa made it here safely! I'm giving her a few days to get past the jet lag before we jump into life here. Its so fun to have a friend who knows me from my life in the US, come and see my life here. Because my friends here know me only in this context, and my people back home only know me in that context, but in reality I'm a combo of both worlds and no one ever gets the full pictures.

Happy 4th of July!

Today, I went to one hilarious 4th of July party. It was great. There was all this great American food- potato salad, coleslaw, honey glazed chicken, grilled everything and strawberries on the chocolate cake. I know that sounds pretty usual 4th of July fare for the US but this was all a treat!

Today I learned some new skills. My friend was throwing the party and asked me to help man the grills. At home in the US, I rarely get to grill because my dad and brother always do the grilling but I know HOW to grill! I'm just not used to grilling on a not-what-I'm-used-to grill called a jiko. I'm used to lighting a gas grill or charcoal with lighter fluid. I'm not used to tiny, mystery, charcoal grills with no lighter fluid or anything. I worked for 40 minutes and finally got it going... sort of. But it wasn't going enough because it went out completely. So we started again. A friend of mine took pity on me and taught me the secrets of the jiko- ie the secret door in the base where you put the newspaper to light the charcoal. It went SOOOO much better after that! Jikos are tiny grills that are the traditional cook stoves of Kenya. Lots of people still use them. Just not me before today. Then the grilling marathon was on. Jikos are tiny- you can fit about 3 hamburgers on each one- so we had 2 jikos going. We were grilling burgers, hotdogs, chicken, you name it we grilled it! I really wanted some marshmallows to roast on the coals when we were done- but no s'mores today :( It was really funny to have 2 girls grilling- there were tons of guys and dad's around-usually they are the grill masters.

At one point I was standing outside and everyone inside was singing Happy Birthday to one of the little girls. When they got to the girl's name, my friend (who's not American) turned to me and said "I thought they were singing Happy Birthday to America!"


But it was a fun day. I've never shared the 4th of July with so much cultural diversity. We had Caucasian Americans, African Americans, Kenyan Americans, adopted Americans who don't live in America but are US passport holders, Canadians, Kenyans, Brits and about 20 some kids running around. So much food. So many friends. Such a good time.

Time to watch some 1776 "Someone's gotta OOOOOOPen up a window!" Such a great movie!

My New Guard Lizards

Ok, so back when I was in language school, I caught a lizard at school , scared my teachers to death with it and kept it as a pet. I know, I sound like I was 6 years old but there wasn't a whole lot to do in language school. His name was Mng'unikaji (or Sid) and he died soon after I caught him. Some people keep guard dogs, I kept a guard lizard. He was a tiny little skink by the way, I wasn't keeping a komodo dragon or anything.

Over the last few months, I've been seeing more geckos in the house. Now geckos are great to have around- they eat the bugs! People say that when you have geckos around where you can see them in the house, you are cockroach free (because they would be in all the deep dark recesses of the house eating their fill of cockroaches if the roaches were around). YAY for being cockroach free!
I think we may have a whole family of geckos around though because they've been appearing in various sizes and colors. But lately, they have taken to jumping out of the craziest places. Usually they just hang out in the kitchen or in the pantry. Yesterday I almost had a heart attack when one jumped out at me from my dirty clothes hamper (ok "jumped out at me" might be a bit of an exaggeration but I wasn't expecting anything to move or come out of the hamper!) But regardless, I'm now shaking out my clothes really well before I put stuff on!

The Up-Side of Power Outages...

At least when the power goes out I get to see more of my neighbors. I have some great neighbors and some are really good friends. But life is busy for everyone and we don't all hang out that much.

But when the power is out in the evenings, there's nothing else to do but sit on our balconies and catch up.

World Cup: Stuff I Like

- I like that the clock doesn’t stop. No commercial breaks until halftime. I love it. Sure, they add the additional time for penalties and such at the end but it goes WAY faster than American Football where those last 20 seconds on the clock can drag out for an hour.

- Listening to the announcers try to pronounce all the names. Too funny guys. Especially when they have to go between West African and Scandinavian names in the same game. Umlauts and glottal stops- it’s tough stuff.

- The announcers’ colloquialisms “He’s got ‘is shootin’ boots on!”

- During the big games, I can tell the score by how loud (and often) all the people in my apartment building cheer or boo.

- World Cup is the top story on most international news sites.

- Even if the electricity goes out during the day (like today) , you know it will be back on by game time. Guaranteed. I don't even want to think about what would happen if the power stayed off for a big game! We can’t always be sure to get electricity back so soon.

- Vuvuzela. They are controversial. Some people love them. Most people hate them. I think they are great. Sure the incessant droning of thousands of vuvuzela can get old. But they are hilarious! I want one for Youth Group! Vuvuzela were around here even before the World Cup (people had them at football and rugby games). They are ridiculously loud and probably annoying in mass quantities but I’m in. Its Africa’s unique mark on Global Football.

So that's it so far! We'll see how the next round goes!

Papers and World Refugee Day

It’s something I take for granted pretty much every day of my life. I have a State issued Drivers License. I have a federally issued Passport. I have a county issued birth certificate. I had a school ID and a work ID. I have a Soc number, a phone number, an address. I have multiple documents that say “This is Linds. It’s her. We guarantee it. She is who she says she is.” The county, State and Federal Governments of the United States back up my claim that I am who I say I am. I have an identity.

This identity gives me access to government services. Because I can prove who I am, I can do almost anything. My passport gives me easy access to countries that other passport holders have to struggle to enter. My Soc number means I can be legally employed. My Soc number meant that I could take the ACT and SAT’s and go to college.

But what if you don’t have an identity- at least a legally documented identity? No county, State or Federal Government stands behind your claim that you are who you say you are? You can’t even prove your country of origin.

What happens when you are paper-less? When you have no identity? When no one but yourself knows that you are who you say you are. You can’t be employed. You can’t travel. A paper-less refugee can’t be resettled in a new country. You have no access to government services or aid. You can’t even take your Grade 8 exams so that you can go on to finish your education.

Identity is everything.

Without an identity, how do you change your circumstances? You can’t continue your education. You can’t be employed. You can’t leave. And you can’t stay. You are in a continual state of limbo. Even if you want to change things- you can’t. You lack the essential tools to change anything. Because you aren’t even seen as a person.

Everyone has the right to identity.

This weekend, we are celebrating World Refugee Day. UNHCR's latest stats say that 43.3 million people in the world have been forcefully displaced from their homes because of violence or persecution. 43.3 million people. That is the highest number in decades. 15.2 million are refugees (they have fled their home country for a new country). 27.1 million are Internally Displaced (they have fled their home area but have found relative safety in another area of the country). Roughly 1 million more are awaiting status verification. And these are the people who have been counted. Not all of them are paper-less (or stateless) . But many are.

Water-less No More.... I hope!!

So the water issue is fixed. Not a clue what was wrong. That's kinda the way it goes- if I'm not here to ask the repairman, we will never get an actual answer to what the problem was.

But who cares! I can get a shower! And wash the dishes! And cook something that you need to add water to (like pretty much any meal- pasta, curry, rice, you name it!)

I got home first today, saw there was water and jumped in the shower. I heard my roommate come in and I yelled that there was water- she replied "I could smell Herbal Essence- I figured it was back!"

I mean a few days without water isn't the end of the world. It feels like it could be- but its not. At least I don't have to carry all my water from a central location back to my home like many of the families I work with. Running water really is a luxury that I take for granted. And HEATED water. Wow. We are blessed!

More Water-less-ness

Yeah the water is gone again. Fun. This is day 4. I need a shower.

Hopefully the plumber can fix it today.

Water-less Weekend

The water to our apartment ran out. That actually doesn't happen much here. Other places I've lived, a lack of water was fairly common (on internship it was almost expected-everytime I'd wash my hair the water would run out as soon as I had the shampoo all lathered) It was strange though, because all the other flats in our building didn't have a problem. I figured the pump was broken (the pump that pumps the water into the holding tank on the roof) but apparently that was working fine.

A guy came by to fix it today. He was "on the way" from 9am- I think he actually arrived around 2. He's fixed the problem, which is great and water is SLOOOOWLY making its way back into the tank on the roof. We can flush the toilets now but there isn't enough pressure yet for a shower (or for water to even drip out of the shower). Hopefully by tomorrow.

I'm pretty sure I'm the only one in my building not watching the game...

I'll get the score tomorrow morning. Uppp sounds like the US just scored. I guess my neighbors want to make sure I keep up with the game anyways.

it's HERE!!!

Ok pop quiz for all you in the US- what is today??  The rest of the world stops today because the World Cup is starting!!  I know I know- World Cup really isn't our thing in the States.  We are all about the Olympics, we love the Superbowl and World Series and we are all about the NBA Finals but the World Cup just sort of alludes us.   We don't understand 1 whole month of football (this is a global event- its not soccer, its football!)  Probably because the US Team isn't so hot.  But that laissez-faire attitude won't fly in East Africa. World Cup is like the Olympics (winter AND summer), the Superbowl, March Madness, Stanley Cup Finals and the MTV Music Awards all rolled into one for us here.  The 2012 World Cup in South Africa is all we've been talking about for months.  Before that, we were talking about Africa Cup of Nations.  And before that we were talking about something regarding football- I just don't remember what. 

And it's not like any East African countries qualified for the World Cup (at least as far as I know- I am not the definitive source of World Cup info- I'm just doin' my best here).  For sure, no East African country is considered a favorite to win.  But everyone has THEIR team.  Everyone.  All the kids I work with have a team.  Everyone has a favorite. Some of the big ones are Argentina, Spain, Netherlands and England.

Personally, my team is Brazil.  Its not like I have a great reason for choosing them.  I haven't studied the players and the games and the info to make a wise choice. I pretty much only choose Brazil because they won the first World Cup I was exposed to (in college) and all my friends that year were from Brazil, had lived in Brazil or just favored Brazil to win and I jumped on the bandwagon.  So go Brazil!!  Plus they have a killer record!

So who knows- I may even watch a game or two! But only if Brazil is winning!

Rat Hunting in Heels

Just when I think there's nothing exciting to write about... I was just getting ready for bed tonight when I heard my roommate yell "Linds????" from the living room. Its about midnight so I figure it must be something important. I ran out, and she is practically running to her room. She herd "scuffling" in the cupboard in the living room. That's usually an indicator of a nocturnal visitor (ie- rat or a mouse or a something (the geckos don't make too much noise)).

So I went on a rat hunt. At midnight. In my pjs. I needed some type of foot wear because I'm not rat hunting in bare feet (learned that LAST time) and unfortunately the closest shoes I could find were my high heeled church shoes. Yup- I went rat hunting in heels. And I had to have some type of weapon (b/c I'm still not sure what to do once I FIND said rat- I know I need to look but what do I do when I find it? beat it with something?? stomp on it with my heels??) So I went armed with a broom. Not that a broom would be a great help but it was something...

I hunted all over the living room and I couldn't find the rat- but I did find droppings and fresh chew marks in the stuffing of the sofa (rats really seem to like our sofa! Good thing our land lord is taking it back soon! Good riddance! I'm all for a not so rat friendly sofa!) The trap is set. Hopefully we'll get him tonight!

Cold season is here and the rains are raining- that's when we seem get rats/mice/unwanted rodents. Must get too cold for them outside at night. Like I said last time, if this rat would cook like the rat in Rattatoui, it can stay- but it had better have some mad kitchen skills! Some how I doubt that is the case! Anyways, there is a massive rat trap slathered with peanut butter waiting for him in next to the couch. Hopefully that will take care of the problem. Regardless, I'm moving some more sensible shoes closer to the door- if I have to go rat hunting again tonight I wanna be able to do it with less "style".

Random Thought of the Day...

Why do anti-parasite meds taste like liquid Banana Laffy Taffy????

Happy Memorial Day

- from the proud sister of a soldier

I'm sending out a new email update/newsletter this week.  With pictures and info about ministries and stuff like that (all the stuff I don't write about here on the blog).  Let me know if you want to be added to the mailing list.  Either write your email address in a comment at the bottom of this post (I'll delete your address before any of the comments appear on the blog) or send me an email.   I send out an update about once every 2 months or so, so you won't be inundated with unwanted emails- I promise!

rest

I sometimes forget the importance of rest. I mean, I know that it is good, even necessary, but the reality is that my life is crazy and I don't rest as much as I should. I just don't realize how much I neglect rest until I actually take some TIME to rest!

Last week, my entire team hopped on a bus for 10 hours and went on a retreat to the Coast. My boss, an ex-military guy, started the retreat off  with a question: what does retreat mean? Its a military term. Retreat means to fall back and regroup (my answer). And that's what we did. We spent the week hashing out business stuff (like reworking budgets, sorting through decisions that we've been needing to make as a team, planning team and individual goals for the next several years, etc) and relaxing. It was a lot of work (we were in meetings from 8am until 3 or 4pm everyday) but it was also a great time to spend as a team. It was also a great time to really relax during our down time.

Pictures of our meetings would be incredibly boring so here's some of my favorite pics from my downtime. I spent most of my afternoon free time at the ocean. Because there is nothing like the beach for relaxation!  Our hotel was right on the Indian Ocean- it was warm and ridiculously beautiful!  Otherwise, I spent my free time teaching Team Swimming Lessons.  Only 2 of us could swim when we left Nairobi.  When we left the coast at the end of the retreat, 4 of us could swim! 

Sea urchin

Team swimming lessons

Now you all wanna come visit, huh?  

COAST!!!!!

I'm leaving early tomorrow morning for a team retreat at the COAST!! I can't wait! I've never been to Kenya's coast yet- and its supposed to be amazing.

So pray for good weather, good meetings and time of rest and growth for the team.

COLD

Ok, I'm so cold sitting in the office, that I raided the Christmas Play Costumes. I'm now wearing the shepherd's headdress as a shawl. That is some desperate cold. Its been raining for months now (with some major flooding lately) and its just wet and cold. And muddy. Very very muddy. Yuck.

But there is warmth on the horizon! We are leaving for our team retreat/meetings at the Coast next week. I hear its 95 there now! YAY!!!!

PS- When I was in Asia for Christmas, my sis bought me this electric hot water bottle thing (it was a life saver there!) Never really thought I'd need it here but I might bring it to the office tomorrow!

Todays Lesson: Don't Fall Asleep With The Windows Open...

Its important to continue learning no matter how old you are, right? 

Well today I learned: Never fall asleep with the windows open and a light on.  When the rains come, you will have a house full of flying termites.  There has to be a sermon illustration in there somewhere....

But learn from my mistakes!

I had a crazy long day, so I decided to take a nap this evening (its my day off and that's what days off are for! Napping!) So I fell asleep but the balcony door was open in the living room. I woke up a while later, hearing the rains. It was dusk.  And someone in the house had left a light on in the living room.  I walked out of my room into a complete Termite Invasion!  I mean there were hundreds of termites swarming everywhere!! Ugh!!!

I ran back into my room, grabbed a hoodie and put it on so my hair would be covered (I've written before about getting the flying termites stuck in my hair! Gross!!), grabbed a shoe and I was ready for battle!  I turned off all the lights in the house except the one in the bathroom (to lure them all there- this is a strategic, night-ops kind of battle!)  They are swarming everywhere.  I just start stomping them with my feet and hitting them with another shoe- hundreds of termites! Disgusting!  I'll save you all the gory and grisly details but I finally won. I swept them up and that was that.

Or so I thought.  I was on my way out the door to meet a friend when the invasion happened.  I opened my door, and the hallway was swarming with THOUSANDS of termites!  The building doors were open (as usual) and the hall lights had been turned on.  I put up my hood again and just ran down the stairs through the swarms.  DISGUSTING!!

The guards were happy though.  They are from Western Kenya where flying termites are a delicacy.  They had a bucket with thousands of termites in it- they were going to fry them up later.  They even taught me the recipe for termites while I was waiting for my friend to pick me up.  One day I'll try it.  But not today.

Flooding

This is the stream behind my house.  Its usually a trickle. Last night it was a raging river. 

The picture isn't incredibly clear, but look at all of the plastic bags stuck against the tree trunks.   Those were dragged there by the flooding.  The water is at least 3 feet higher then normal in this picture and the garbage stuck in the trees showed that the river was at least 2 feet higher then that.  Insanity.  And its still raining.  I can hear the river running with the windows closed in my house (normally you can't even hear it when you walk over it.)

A friend of mine has a flooded apartment.  What a mess. Its been pouring rain for months (and its not yet Rainy Season).  Its not yet clear if this is just Rainy Season come early or if it will just keep raining into Rainy Season.  At least its not a drought like last year. 

The Hilarity of the Day

Today, I had a few random things I needed to accomplish- things I hadn't planned to do today (or at all for that matter) but they needed to be done today and that was that.  Plans change.  Plans tend to change a lot here.  So I decided to go to the office, leave my computer there (downloading the latest episode of NCIS) while I ran all my earrands.  This was supposed to be fast- maybe 1 hour?  But when is anything ever fast?

I ran out to the other side of town, met up with some people that I needed to meet up with, finished with that. Then I ran into some other people I knew so we were chatting when I ran into one of my teens who was supposed to be in school. She wasn't.  So we had a chat about that that morphed into this whole other thing. In the midst of that semi crisis, I ran into yet another friend who was going back in the direction of my office with 2 humoungus bags and her 2 toddlers- on a matatu.  I finished with the teen and told the other friend that I would help her get the stuff and the kids to the other side of town because this is a 3 matatu exchange trip (we switch mats 3 times to get to where she is going) 

One of the huge things that just drives me crazy here is that babies and todlers ride matatus too.  On one hand, I get it- if you don't have a car, how else will you travel?  But on the other hand, its crazy dangerous! No child safety seats, no nothing. Often you see women with their tiny little babies tied on their backs or sides as they get in the matatu.  Yikes!!

But my friend was going to take matatus with or without me, so the least I could do was help out. I carried the 2 year old and held the 4 year old's hand as we walked to catch the mat.  Mom had the bags.  Once we got a matatu, we got the bags, mom and the 4 year old in the front seat behind the driver and I climbed in with the 2 year old who promptly falls asleep.  Once we get to the stop, we all get out, the 2 year old is still sleeping on me, and we cross the highway to catch matatu #2. One matatu shows up but its full and we have a ton of stuff and sleeping kids so we let it pass.  We wait.  and wait.  and wait.  and wait.  And now this tiny little 2 year old feels like she weighs 90 pounds-  and everyone and their brother is staring at me, the white chick holding a not white baby as she sleeps.  So the mom suggests that I sit down on a rock near a tree while we wait.  Sounds good to me.  So I sit down.  For about 1 second.  Then I notice all the ants that start dropping onto my shoulders and hair and her hair.  Then they start biting.  Yup I sat down underneath a tree CRAWLING with safari ants.  I stood up right away and try to hand the baby over to the mom but a matatu shows up that can take us so I only get the ants out of her hair before we jump in. They are still crawling in my shirt, hair and jeans.  Fun times.  I end up in the front seat behind the driver with BOTH kids on my lap ( b/c the matatu is full and mom has all the bags).  They both fall asleep.  So I now have 2 sleeping kids in my arms, safari ants in my clothes and hair (biting the whole time) and I'm trying to get my coins out to pay adn all this stuff. 

We get to the stop, I'm trying to wake up the 4 year old but he won't wake up, the ants are still biting and when you get out of a mat, you have to do it in a hurry because they just take off. I ended up carrying both kids out of the mat at once (one under each arm, both still somewhat asleep). Surprisingly we only lost 1 shoe in the whole deal (and a guy grabbed it for us before the matatu left).  I'm sure we looked hilarious. 

I ended up getting them on the their last matatu (b/c I was going a different direction and at this point we had met up with yet another friend who was going their way).  But I still have safari ants in my clothes!  and they are still biting! Sneaky guys, you can't find them all!!!  And in the end, that 1 hour errand turned into a 4 hour deal (not counting most of the matatu riding!)   I think I'm just going to go home and take a shower to get the rest of the ants off.  The rest of the work can wait until tomorrow!