Swimming Fiasco: 10-17

This morning we drove over to Pangani to pick up Fred to go to church with him in Babandogo. It was sweet. There were only about 10 adults there (lots of kids though). It was truly humbling to experience how accommodating they Kenyans were for us Mzungus. They translated everything into English/explained the songs for us.

After the service finished I drove us over to Kosovo through the slum. It was sweet. As I was driving down a bumpy pot hole filled dirt road with herds of people and goats around me, I realized that driving here is much more fun. Something crazy always happens, but everyone is always alert and it seems like there are no crashes. It is amazing.

For lunch we decided to hit up Java. Afterwards we went over to Roselyn with the intention of working out. Leann ran and Julie and I took a nap under the gorgeous Kenyan sky. It was fantastic. After an hour passed, we realized that we wanted to swim in the Roselyn pool! So, we drove home to get our swimming suits and towels. We got back to the school at 3:00 thinking that we had an hour to swim before Faith returned (she went to a retreat and we were supposed to pick her up at 4:00). We rolled into the parking lot and there was Faith ready to roll out. We were all awkwardly in our sweet one-pieces completely dry. I’m sure Faith was mortified. It was hilarious. Karibu Kenya.

When we got home, we discovered a huge truck filled with dirt blocking our path into the Kamau’s gate. There were six men just sitting on top. We made Faith talk to them and figure out what was going on. We figured we could squeeze by the truck, but the men left 6 logs in the road and had no intention of moving them. Being the women’s libbers that we are, we decided to move the logs ourselves. Julie and Leann jumped out (in their sweet one-pieces, mind you) and began lifting the logs out of the way. The men just sat there for a while, but then insisted on moving them for us. Finally, with a clear path, we drove into the gate. Another great Kenyan day.