On Friday night, Zima and I boarded an over-night bus and headed home to Chuka, at the Eastern base of Mt. Kenya. Crossing the border was a fun experience - we had to walk half a km to catch up to the bus because it was already parked in Kenya while we went through Uganda and Kenya immigrations. My visa was half price. Yeah! So excited. We arrived in Nairobi at 4 in the morning and took another bus at 7 to Chuka.
There I found a village town home, filled with wonderful people, ready to welcome me for Christmas. A family with 6 children. 4 of them are in their 20's and then two boys, 9 and 10. They have all become family to me. No electricity. Dirt floors. Bucket baths. Lots of milk tea. Great fellowship. And so much more. It's the experience of a lifetime and I am looking forward to spending Christmas here. On the day we arrived we attended a wedding. On Sunday, Zima and I hiked through a steep valley with her two youngest brothers to attend a traditional presbyterian church service.
Today papa took us to the Shamba... his garden, in a remote place. We hopped in a matatu (or van/taxi) and took it 14 km out of town to explore his crops and have a picnic lunch. On the way back, while waiting for a taxi, a distant relative arrived with a car and decided to take 7 of us in to town. We got pulled over by the police on the way back, but thankfully papa talked to them and we continued on our journey. The driver was so happy to have a respected teacher in the car with him!
Now we are shopping in the market and I am getting some leather safari boots made! Ha HA!! I have finally made it to East Africa!