July 29, 2007

I arrived in Kenya two months ago, today. Whoa. Now it’s our last Sunday before leaving for home on Wednesday. We’re throwing a little party at the orphanage today and had to run into Rongai to get four cakes and some cookies for the kids. I’ll write more about the success of the party later though…

Last Sunday we went to the Bomas of Kenya. It’s this small festival type thing that goes on every day for a couple hours. There are traditional Kenyan dances shown with their music, and we also saw an acrobatic show that was pretty cool. Unfortunately, my computer has gotten some sort of virus from using my portable USB port at internet cafes around town, so I don’t have any photos of the Bomas to show. After the dancing and acrobatics we could go and visit the traditional Kenyan villages that they had constructed, and we were able to see what the Kikuyu tribe’s (Manasseh and Esther’s culture) traditional village look like. It was fun to hang out with them outside our home because we got to see how they behave just as cool Kenyans. We also had them try a Smirnoff Ice and it turns out they’ve got a soft-spot for some sweet-tasting alcohol. Since then Manasseh and Esther have asked us to bring home more bottles for an after dinner treat. They like them very much and it’s really funny.

So Monday came, then Tuesday, and Wednesday and then it seemed like we got stuck on Wednesday for the next three days. Hamburgers were served for dinner one night though and that was awesome. And Will got a haircut at the “salon” next to the Boma and the guy tried to buzz off his widow’s peak. It was our last week of work and it just seemed to go by very slowly. I don’t think we did any laundry, but we just did a lot of cooking with Hannah, playing with the babies and then our afternoon play time. Eventually Friday would come and Will and I decided to go into Nairobi to pick up a good cake for Manasseh’s birthday party that night. We’d gotten one in Rongai before and it was alright, but we always see this bakery in the city so we thought we’d take the morning off and go grab a yummy cake. We got home in the afternoon and headed to work so we could spend a couple hours with the kids before heading home. Esther had asked us to pick up some more Smirnoff Black Ice for her and her hubby, so we made sure to do that at the Nakumatt (think messy Supermarket) where they’re only $1 a piece. Great deal. We also stopped at a VCD (their version of DVD) vendor on the sidewalk and picked up Manasseh some Wrestling videos so he could watch them whenever he wanted. Did I mention already that he loves wrestling? He’d watch it all day, I think, if he could. So we came home from work, had a yummy dinner and then brought out the cake, Smirnoff and VCDs for the birthday boy. We all had a very good time and it was a nice party to have. Esther told us the next morning that he was so surprised and couldn’t believe that we did that for him. He didn’t want to say anything to us, but he really enjoyed his night and it was really nice to hear her say that he appreciated it so much. I don’t think they celebrate birthdays in the same way that we do at home. And I took a whole bunch of pictures and was so excited to get them on my computer, but as soon as I plugged it in, they all ‘disappeared’ and the virus took hold of my moments. I think they’re still on my memory disk because space is filled up, but I’m going to have to find someone who can get them out for me.

Saturday morning (after washing my hair for the first time in 9 days) we headed to work. It was Amy and Darve’s last morning, so they just came in to say bye to Margaret and the kids. A very big group of people came by the orphanage bearing gifts and songs for the kids, and Will and I got a little stuck and had a tough time getting out of there. I was very hungry and hot and just needed to get home to some lunch, but it was tough getting past the guitar and the appreciative speeches they were giving. Everyone tells us that we’re doing such a wonderful thing by being here and giving our time. I felt bad after they said that because I was hoping to go home soon, but when they say things like that you have to stay for a while and hang out. They have a much more relaxed life-style and sometimes I have to remember that there are no schedules and that people kind of just go with the flow. We eventually got home and Teresa made us some lunch which was very nice, but then we just hung out because it was such a hot day. Finally! But the heat made us a little tired and lazy and we were supposed to go into Rongai to buy party stuff, but we just got too tired. Manasseh let us know that only Nairobi closes on Sunday, not Rongai. We just laid around for a while and then made a trip to the Boma where we could spend some time with Sammy and Simon (found out that Sammy is Simon’s uncle, even though he’s only 28 and Simon is 22). As soon as we left the house, we could see the clouds getting dark and stormy looking, and we knew that it was actually going to rain that night. It hasn’t really stormed here in probably 5 weeks. I also found out a while ago that we don’t rely on rain for our water. They have a well with an unlimited water supply. But we got to the Boma around 4:15 and it started getting dark about an hour after that. Usually we have to be home by dark, but Simon assured us that he’d be able to give us a ride home. So we hung out til about 7 and then his dad, the owner of the Boma, gave us a ride home in his SUV. And his car does much better on the road than Manasseh’s. I wish I could buy them a suburban because I don’t think they’d be able to feel any bumps. And because he could fit anything he needed in it, including an unlimited supply of milk and eggs. We got home and because it was dark, Esther was a little concerned (she calls us her oldest children now) but we made sure to tell her that we got a safe ride home and that there was no one on the street who was going to rob us of our shoes. And then we gave her more Smirnoff so she was happy to see that.

Sunday morning we got up, had some breakfast, I did some laundry, and then we headed into Rongai to buy party stuff. We got four cakes (about 16 pieces each), some party streamers, a new jump-rope, and some cookies for the kids. We also grabbed lunch at this chicken place called “Kenchic Inn” and a very drunk, elderly Kenyan man came in and started talking to us, so the guys who worked at the restaurant asked him to leave. I couldn’t understand him completely, but he was complaining about only having 5 bob (like bucks) and that his family was very upset with him. I was wondering how he was able to pay for any booze when he only carried 5 bob on him at a time. Interesting run in.

We got home around 1:15 and I went and let the puppies out so they could potty and just romp around for a little while. I decided to name the girl Gabby because Will said something about her gabbing all the time because she just whines and makes puppy noises. I won’t have enough time to get them to learn their names, but I figure it’s nice to be able to have some sort of establishment with them. And they really love me. And I like the little boy the best because he’s much more calm and likes to lick my legs.

We headed to the orphanage around 2 and started the party. We had cake and soda, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many kids there. Everyone was able to have a piece, but we definitely could have used more soda (7 liters wasn’t enough). We had a big dance party, played musical chairs, and just enjoyed sugar for a few hours. The kids told us that they really appreciated us coming and that they hoped we’d be returning in the future. I’d really love to come back in a couple years just to see how things are going, but I don’t know if they understand that plane tickets aren’t cheap. It was a very good afternoon and we all had a lot of fun. Everyone was able to enjoy themselves and I don’t think there was room for anyone to be left out. Good last Sunday.

July 22, 2007

Will and I have less than two weeks left in our Kenyan summer experience. The trip has really flown by, but when I look back on things we’ve done and seen, it makes sense that it’s almost time to go. We had a good week at the orphanage last week. We just arrived from Mombasa on Monday, so we only worked for four days. I thought that having other volunteers there would spice things up a bit, but it really didn’t too much. Dave (likes to be called Darve) and Amy are very nice people, but after one day of laundry they had had enough. This was their vacation and it was obvious that they weren’t here to get dirty, but just to experience something different, which is perfectly fine, of course. It made me miss our other volunteer friends that had been with us before, because we all had experience a lot of things first hand, together. We’re both pretty impressed that Dave and Amy did give up their vacation time in order to come to Africa and volunteer. They brought bubbles one day last week and the kids just went wild. They didn’t give the bubbles much time to live, but just popped them as quickly as possible. I tried to get them to admire the beauty of floating, circular soap, but they just wouldn’t have it. Tabitha seemed to be very frightened of them, too (she’s the one who is developmentally challenged). I’ve never known bubbles to scare a child, but I think they kind of blew her mind so she just couldn’t handle that experience so intensely.

I’m just remembering that I forgot to talk about our newest baby. On the Monday before we left for Mombasa, Will and I met Samuel. He was born the previous Saturday morning, and after his mother had apparently tried to strangle him (he had awful markings all around his neck), a couple women brought him into the orphanage that evening. So when we met him, he was only two days old. He is so, so tiny and fragile looking. Fortunately, on Tuesday, a couple of missionaries came in to have a look at the orphanage. They met Samuel and took him to the hospital so he could get checked up properly and receive the proper medication that his body needed. Everything went smoothly, and the woman, Ardith, emphasized to me that he needed to be watched closely. I think she wanted to make sure that he wasn’t overlooked and that he did receive the special attention that he needed. Ardith was there with her husband, Andy, and we learned they were planning on meeting with Nelson Mandela and Archbishop Tutu the following week to discuss plans to create an organization that would help orphaned children in Africa. Will and I were sure to give her our email addresses because we knew she’d be needing help eventually if all went well. She was a very religious woman who felt that nothing in life was a coincidence, so I felt very confident in the fact that if she finds she needs our help, she’ll let us know.

But back to our latest week at work. After bubble day, it was Friday already. We helped Hannah make lunch that day, and it turned out that she was making Chapati, our favorite. I don’t know if I’ve talked about that yet, but it’s basically just a flat pancake, cooked in butter and oil. But it’s so greasy and tasty, especially after having ugali days before. We also found out that she pays 1400 shillings a month (roughly $20) to live in a small, tin house that’s probably the same width and length of my car. I don’t know how she gets paid because she works for the orphanage and the only money they make is from the donations they receive. I’d like to help her out and just give her some extra money, but I’m not sure how that would be received. We just got her a couple of new potato and carrot peelers from the grocer and she liked those, so maybe she’d appreciate some rent money. Friday afternoon, after lunch, we didn’t head to the Boma, but headed home for a little while instead. The reason being, is that Samuel had gotten two new puppies a couple days before and they were locked up in a bunny pen. We went home to let them out so they could romp around for 30 minutes or so, before having to be shut up in the pen again. They’re already potty trained which is fantastic. As soon as I let them out of their little cage, they hop on in the grass and do their business. I was ready to bring them home, but I found out Manasseh wants to keep them so they can be good guard dogs in the future. Apparently Douglas and Popo are getting a little old and slow. The puppies are so cute though and fun to play with. The only problem is that they’re covered in fleas and ticks, so we spend some time trying to clean them up. I named the little boy Tusky, but couldn’t decide a name for the girl.

July 17, 2007

We have two weeks left on our trip from today. We just took a great little mini-break, so let me tell you about that.

Will and I traveled to Mombasa from the 11^th to the 16^th. The train station in Nairobi offers an overnight ride to Mombasa for $50. It’s Kenyan first class, so we got dinner, a place to sleep, and then breakfast the next morning. We were designated to this little room with two bench seats stacked on top of one another. That’s where we slept. It was basically a fold down couch with a blanket, sheet and pillow on it. Not bad for $50, but a little less than what I hoped for for first class. So we got on the train around 6:45, took off around 7 and then dinner was served immediately. They have the ‘dining car’ where everyone went for dinner; four to a table. We sat with this very nice couple from San Diego who had been living in Shanghai, China for the past two years running their own import/export company. Will heard ‘Shanghai’ and was immediately interested. They turned out to be great people who told us all about living abroad, their safari in Kenya, and what they were looking forward to in the states. From studying abroad and now living in Kenya, I’m learning that Americans are very interested and attracted to a different lifestyle, but they still love those things about their home country too much to let it go completely. Myself included. So dinner was fun, but the food was poor. We stayed and just chatted for a couple hours because we had nothing to do back in our cabins, but eventually went back around 9:30. We’re so use to going to sleep around that time in Rongai that I figured we’d be able to fall right asleep.

I was so wrong.

I’ve ridden a train only three times in my life. Twice in France and once from Washington to New York. Those were great rides and only lasted a couple hours. There was no fear and no unnecessary rumbling, but I was scared for my life while riding on the Kenyan railways. I think that my brain was just so turned on and alert that it didn’t have the capability of tuning anything out. It was a very bumpy and uncomfortable ride with the cabin cars constantly jerking, and the more times we bounced around the more I became paranoid that we were going to slide right off the track or collide with an oncoming train. We’d make random stops that would last only a couple minutes at a time, if that, and I definitely thought that the Mungiki or corrupt police officials were going to come on board and take us away. It wasn’t a nice situation to be placed it, but I think I eventually fell asleep around 4 AM just because my body couldn’t handle it anymore.

We got up for breakfast around 7:15, dragged ourselves to the dining car, and sat with this Welsh man who had moved to Mombasa for the construction business. My mom complains that I mumble while I talk, but this man did more than that. He’d speak, but would hardly open his mouth. He didn’t make enough noise to understand the words that were coming out, and the fact that he had a Welsh accent didn’t help. He’s one of those people that could’ve been really cool, but wow, he just didn’t speak clearly or with any sort of intelligence. Breakfast ended and we eventually arrived in Mombasa around 10:30 AM, an hour earlier than expected.

We arrived at the train station and immediately took in a deep, deep breath. The air was so clean and wonderful to take in; it was definitely an exciting moment to know that we’d be staying in such a clean place for a few days. The sun was shining and there was a nice breeze and our spirits were quickly lifted. Esther had helped us make reservations at a hotel a few days earlier, so we only have a 20 minute walk in front of us before we got to our hotel. We stayed at the Castle Royal Hotel, which was located in Central Mombasa. It wasn’t on the beach, but it was in the middle of the city so there was a lot going on and the Northern Shore was only a 30 shilling Matatu ride away. Our first day there was very relaxed. We just showered, ate some good food, grabbed some things at the local grocery store, and hung out at the hotel. We had a little porch attached to our room so we could just sit out there and read or just people watch for a while. There were a lot of restaurants by us, so I checked out my Lonely Planet guide for a place that sounded good and that was close, and sure enough there was a beer garden about 100 feet from the opening of our hotel. We checked it out and it turned out to not as good as hoped. Although it’s outside and under the clean Mombasan sky, there were no lights to illuminate the place and the food menu was poor. We didn’t want to stay, but we felt obligated to hang out for a big so we just got a couple of Tuskers (we’re sooo tired of Tuskers) and then headed to the Canton Chinese Restaurant that was right next to our hotel as well. We love Chinese, so that went smoothly. Those meals always end up costing more than we plan though, but after we’re finished eating, it feels so worth it to spend some extra money on food you know you’ll love. So that was our first day.

Day Two. We headed to the beach today after a lazy start. Our hotel had breakfast included with the rooms, so we made our way downstairs around 9:40 to make the 10 AM breakfast cut. That turned out to be quite yummy and much more impressive than traditional continental breakfasts that are sometimes included. Note: There was a Gelati (yes, Gelati, not Gelato) place attached to our hotel so we made frequent stops there. Many scoops of Peach gelati made it’s way into my stomach during the few days we were there. But anyways, after we indulged in some gelati and hung out for a while in the morning, we caught a Matatu and headed to the Northern beach coast, but specifically, Kenyatta Beach. Right now isn’t tourist season in Kenya, so the beaches were pretty secluded. We were able to find a nice spot to just drop our stuff off while we jumped in the Indian Ocean. We quickly realized that we’ve both been missing water a lot since being here. It was so, so refreshing to swim again, especially under the hot sun. We spent the afternoon at the beach, grabbed a late lunch and then headed home. Because we ate lunch so late, we didn’t want to make any big dinner plans, so we just headed to Perfect Pizza, grabbed an alright-pizza and some drinks, and brought it back to our hotel where we could just relax and veg out. We were finally out after dark and we took advantage of that, but we didn’t explore any extreme night life in Mombasa.

Day Three. Very similar to our previous day, except we made sure not to have a late lunch because we wanted to go out to a nice restaurant for dinner. We headed to the Tamarind Restaurant which is one of the nicest in Mombasa. We just read about it in the Lonely Planet guide and decided it sounded great (there was supposed to an incredible view). So we got there and wow, it was a lot nicer than we had predicted. The restaurant is gorgeous and has this outside-garden look to it, and it’s right on the harbor so every table outside allows you to see the lights from the city. It was an incredible view and the food was so delicious. Being so close to the water, we decided we had to get seafood, so I ordered Lobster Swahili while Will got a prawns dish. The best, and most expensive lobster I’ve ever had. I’m not exactly sure what they did with it, but I think they created this sauce that had other seafood meat in it (crab, prawn) and then put the lobster meat with that. It was so good. I kept thinking about it after we went home because I wanted to remember exactly what they did. We also had sashimi and calamari to start off our meals, and that was delicious too. And for the first time, maybe ever, I was too stuffed to have dessert. Probably not the smartest move, but I just couldn’t put anything else into my stomach. I’m also realizing now that it was probably one of the best dinner’s Will and I have ever had and we didn’t even get a picture of us there. But it’s ok. It was wonderful and if I’m ever in Mombasa with my Dad or Mom, I’ll ask them nicely to take me back to that restaurant.

Sunday was our final day in the city. We rented out our hotel room as a ‘day room’ so we could keep all of our stuff locked up safe while we roamed around and did whatever we wanted. It was a dreary day with some light rain, so we didn’t do much other than eat and rest. We were going to attempt Indian food, but once we got to the restaurant I lost all desire for their gourmet, so we headed to this restaurant called the Casablanca Club, which apparently is home to many prostitutes and their customers during the night (and a couple during the day). We got a couple burgers, fries and drinks and it turned out to be only $8, so that was great. We were counting on eating a big Chinese meal right before we got on the train so we wouldn’t have to worry about eating train dinner. Luckily, we found a place that was open from 11 AM- 11 PM and chowed down before we left for the station. We got to ride a rickshaw from our hotel, which provided entertainment and an easy ride, and that only cost us 100 shillings. Everything went smoothly with the train this time. We were pretty use to the shaking and rumbling, so it was just a matter of zoning it out. We had dinner with a nice couple from Belgium who could only speak four languages. I reminded them that Americans spoke only one. So we had another not-so-tasty dinner and then headed back to our cabin. We ended up falling asleep pretty early, woke up for a while, and then just passed out for most of the trip. It was very nice to actually get some sleep on the ride this time. We skipped breakfast because it was just too much to have to get up and eat crappy food when sleep was so much nicer.

We got into Nairobi a little later than planned (around 1 PM) and since we had skipped breakfast we were very hungry. We ran to Bakers Inn, an easy place where we could grab a cream doughnut for 25 shillings, and then headed to Nairobi Java House, this great coffee place that we just found the day we were leaving Nairobi. They have the most excellent milkshakes (dessert here just doesn’t compare to the United States) and an extensive food menu for a coffee place. So we ordered two milkshakes (vanilla and double mocha), a Greek salad, side salad, cheesy bread, two Turkey Bacon Clubs, side of guacamole, and then a Strawberry sundae to finish ourselves off. And we ate it all. I think we spent about $40 on lunch which is just ridiculous, but it was so good that it was well worth it. I can’t wait to go back; I’m sure we won’t bother trying other restaurants now that we know we can count on a great place. The place was also filled with every Mzungu in Nairobi, also. We had planned on seeing Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix when we got into town, but we got in later than planned and it wasn’t showing at the theatre closest to us. We’re gonna have another go this weekend, I think. I have to see it. Mrs. Phillips was nice enough to send us a package and when we had stopped by the VICDA office the Wednesday we left, we saw it. And it was huge. We weren’t going to be able to get it home without a taxi, but as we were leaving the VICDA office on Sunday, John, one of our coordinators with GVN, told us that the new volunteers were being dropped off and that we could just catch a ride with them into Rongai. So instead of having to pay 1500 shillings to get home, we just took a much longer ride, but still arrived before dark so Esther and Manasseh didn’t have to worry. We picked up two new volunteers that are staying in our house. They’re a young married couple from Carrboro, NC, right next to Chapel Hill. They’re only staying for two weeks which is unfortunate for the kids at the orphanage, but it’ll still be nice to have new faces around. We opened the package Mrs. Phillips sent and were graced by the presence of peanut M&Ms. A lot of them. That was such a wonderful sight. We also gave baby her Hello Kitty® sunglasses, which looked very stylish on her.

Today is Esther’s birthday and we wanted to do something for her so she knows how much we love her. She’s only turning 30, which surprised me, but really shouldn’t have. She looks very young, but her voice and the fact that she works so much makes her seem older. She’s very young and fresh though, which is great. We went to Tusky’s in the morning (supermarket in town) to show Amy and David how to get into town, and also to pick up some things for Esther. Will bought her a nice lamp, but we also bought a cake and some icing mix so we could surprise her with that later. We also picked up some Coke and Rum (Esther’s secretly loves rum) as another surprise for her. I think she was very appreciative of our efforts, especially since her husband didn’t do anything for her. Also, I found out that they don’t blow out the birthday candles here and make a wish. I had to teach her that, and hopefully she’ll use it next time there’s a birthday. I had to buy this icing mix because you can’t just get frosting in a can, and it was basically just sugar, sugar and more sugar. All I did was take two egg whites and then slowly add this mix (and red food coloring) and I had Kenyan icing. It was so sweet, but Baby and Manasseh loved it. It was a successful birthday and I was very happy to see Esther so pleased.

July 5, 2007

So yesterday was Independence Day and Will and I didn’t get to see any fireworks, but we did have a good day at the orphanage with the kids and Esther made hamburgers for dinner, my favorite meal of hers. Lots of little things happen every day that I keep in mind, but don’t always remember to write down, so I’m going to try to list some of those things.

1. Before Ryan left, Karo, Margaret’s 23-year old daughter who works at the orphanage, told him that she had a proposition for him. Her birthday was coming up that weekend, so I figured it had something to do with that. We were heading out for the day and she pulled him aside to talk to him, and all that Wendy, Will and I could hear from the conversation was Ryan saying, “Oh, you should’ve told me two weeks ago!” He was leaving the next day so again, I assumed that he was going to miss a birthday party for her or something. We left the orphanage and headed to the Boma (which means ‘house’ in Kiswahili) and there Ryan told us about the conversation that had taken place. Karo asked Ryan when he saw himself getting married and let him know that she likes him very much and ‘could see herself spending the rest of her life with someone like him.’ To this Ryan responded that she should have told him two weeks ago, because he was leaving now and had plans to live in Indonesia for the next two years. He didn’t mention that he had a girlfriend flying in in two days, but just that he wouldn’t be spending any more time in Kenya. So he was the first to get a proposal in our group and made sure to remind us. Poor Dave was in Uganda during the event, so he missed it. But we decided that if Karo ever has a ‘proposition’ for Will, that he should suddenly come up with something important to do. Note: Karo and Ryan never held conversations more broad than that of orphanage-laundry talk and whatdoes___mean in Kiswahili. It was quite a shock for us all to hear that she wanted to marry Ryan.

2. We have three kittens left. Two of them died and I thought that the other two had been eaten by the same beast that killed the first two, but Esther let us know that they had been given to nearby farms in order to chase rats away. So Calico is safe and all is good. We still have nightly cat-fights that sound like WWF matches and I swear, Mama cat came in through our window last night because she definitely jumped on my head at one point. I had to wake up Will so he would save me, which consisted of him grabbing the flashlight and hissing at the cat until she left our room, via jumping on the big laundry bags to the top of our wall-boards. I think the cat adventures will last the rest of the time we’re here. I count on hearing those 15 second fights every night.

3. We’ve got Guava trees here in Kenya and they produce some very tasty treats. Will and some of the kids went Guava picking yesterday and brought back some fruit for all of us and they were so red and ripe and delicious. I remember drinking Guava juice while in Brazil, but now I could finally eat the fruit straight from the tree.

4. The weather here isn’t as warm as we’d planned. And I think it’s only getting colder. Mornings and evenings are very chilly, and that’s not something we planned on while being here. We’re not tan at all, and our bodies are only getting whiter as the days go on. We’ve got dirt to keep us looking tan, but I think we’re both going home with funny tan lines.

5. Will killed two chickens on Sunday. He had asked Esther earlier in the week when it would be his turn to kill a chicken, and she let him do it on Sunday, twice. It was very exciting. Saturday and Sunday we’re great days for weather, so mid-afternoon Will was chosen as the executioner of two chickens whose time had come. I just watched and videoed him, but it was intense. Esther was coaching him through his first one, but he did very well by himself the second time. Once the head is removed, the chickens wings continue to flap wildly as though it’s still alive and trying to fly away. Unfortunately, its head has been removed and is just sitting on the ground next to where the execution took place. The entire time, Baby Naomi was sitting next to me, just taking it in. I’m not sure how often she sees chickens die in her front yard, but she seemed a little quieter after it all happened.

6. Wendy left on Monday afternoon and Tuesday morning, after Teresa had gotten her bed back from Wendy, we had wonderful bacon for breakfast. It’s the first time we’ve had bacon that good and I think it was because she was in such a good mood from a great nights sleep.

7. So we go to the Boma every day after our morning shift at the orphanage, and sometimes Karo and James, a young guy who randomly works in the orphanage, are there also. Today, we got to the Boma after them, and when Will and I went to pay for our two sodas as we were leaving, Karo looks at Will and asks, ‘Are you paying for these as well?’ because they had been ordering beers the entire time we were there (7-9 total). Will answered no, and Karo looked a little taken back because I guess she assumed we’d be paying for all of their drinks. We went back to the orphanage, stayed for a couple hours, and came back to the Boma after work to meet one of our friends there, and as we were getting ready to leave, Karo asked if we’d put one of her Smirnoff’s on our bill. She had been there for a long time playing cards with James and her friends, and just assumed that we’d be willing to pay for her alcohol. We’re not sure if she thinks we have unlimited funds because we’re American, but I saw her new cell phone that she got for her birthday so I’m pretty sure that she can afford to pay for her own drinks at the Boma. She has an accent, so Will and I were able to pretend as though we understand her, so when we asked her to repeat herself she just said nevermind. We’ve been there in the afternoons a number of times and whenever we ask someone to come sit with us, they take advantage and order as many drinks as they want and just expect us to pay for them. Will and I aren’t going to let that fly now. Or be caught in a situation like that.

8. We were able to see Ocean’s 13 in Nairobi one day this past week and it was very good. They had a combo that day which consisted of a soda, popcorn, hotdog, and a ticket for 400 shillings, roughly $7. Or you can just buy a ticket for 270 shillings. We got into the theatre after picking our seats off a sheet of paper, and there was no light and no sound. There was only one older Kenyan man sitting in an aisle seat, in the dark, and it’s kind of an awkward situation because you don’t want to speak so loud, but then again, there’s nothing to disturb. The curtains eventually opened and, without our knowledge, the Kenyan National anthem began to play, and the old Kenyan man motioned for me to stand up because that’s what they do here. Also—and this annoyed Will much more than it bothered me—this young couple came and sat right next to me in the theatre. There were probably 15 people in the entire room, and probabl7 150-200 seats. For some reason they thought it would be cool to come sit right next to me, versus putting a seat in between us, providing more space for both parties. I thought it was strange, but it just drove Will crazy.

9. I haven’t done laundry at the orphanage since last Friday. We were only there for a couple hours on Saturday and had Sunday off, and then when Monday came, I just wasn’t ready for laundry. We’ve done it almost every working day for four weeks, so I thought it was time to give our hands a break. We’ve been helping Anna, the cook, peel her potatoes and carrots, and sift through the rice. And then we just spend a little extra time playing with the kids. There are a few women there who just do laundry, so we figure they have it under control.

10. Will finally found Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2^nd one) at a bookstore. I’ve got him hooked and it’s very exciting. The fifth movie comes out on July 13, so I’m hoping that we can see that before we go home.

11. I’m hooked on this stuff called ‘drinking chocolate.’ All it is is hot cocoa, but for some reason, if it’s not on the table in the morning with breakfast, then I get a little upset. We went almost a week without it once and it was tough. I don’t like having to drink it every morning, but we don’t have orange juice or any sort of substitute, so I’ve gotta have my drinking chocolate. We don’t snack here, so all the sugar that enters our body comes from the drinking chocolate and daily sodas. I might have to start cutting back…

12. Baby Naomi has no sense of balance, and when she wears her big down-winter coat, she can barely move. She just wobbles wherever she goes, and I’m not sure if she’s even cold. I sneezed this morning and she spent a little while imitating the noise I made, all while wearing the down coat. I was concerned that she’d fake sneeze too hard at one point and just fall right off the stool.

13. Will and I got in our first Mutatu accident on the way to Nairobi. It wasn't anything big; this woman was driving a small car and she somehow got on the curb and I guess she freaked out a little bit, overturned and just hit the side of our bus. We had to stop and change Mutatus which was kind of exciting, but I'm pretty sure our van was fine. The woman on the other hand broke her front window. Pole. (Pole-lay)

June 27, 2007

I don’t really feel like I’ve talked that much about the orphanage and the kids. I thought I’d take some time and do that so you can know what its all about.
Our orphanage is in a rural slum in the city of Rongai, southwest of Nairobi. It’s not a very busy place at all. We live very close to the Maasai land, so we’re actually in the area between the city and the historic land. We’ve got a little less than 50 kids at the orphanage, and I think the majority of them are less than 10. Margaret told us that the oldest boy there was 14, but I’ve also heard that Joseph, one of the young boys, is 18. We’ve got a few babies, Esther, new baby Sarah, Moses and Charlotte, and they’re always there in the mornings when we get there. We’ve also got a trio of siblings, Eric, Rose and Njeri, who don’t go to school yet because they’re not officially orphans. Their mother is in jail for robbery and they’re awaiting trial or some sort of conclusion to see whether or not she’s coming back for them. If she won’t be able to care for them, I’m assuming they’ll eventually go to school with the rest of the elementary age kids. There’s Tabitha who is 9 years old but looks like she’s four. Before coming to the orphanage, her mother left her locked in a room all by herself for four years, so she has no communicative or social skills and never speaks. She makes noises and moves her feet and hands a lot, but she has no real way to communicate with anyone. Hers is a very sad story and because of her disability, she’ll never be able to go to school with the kids now.

Many of our kids go to school until 1 PM every day. These are our younger elementary kids (5-9 yrs, I think) and we spend the most time with them in the afternoons because they’re always ready to play and be outside doing things. The older kids, what would be our junior high students, come home in the evenings. We don’t get to spend much time with them which is unfortunate, because I think they’d need a mentor more than the younger kids. Most of the older kids can speak English pretty well, so it’s also unfortunate that they don’t get to practice on us. Many of them have chores when they get home because I always see them washing their clothes while we’re outside with the little ones.

I don’t want to pick favorites, but there are those that you love to see every day. There’s Lucy, a cute little girl who loves to play games just like one of the little boys. She’s very active and just as good as them (most of the time), but she’s extra cute since she’s a little girl. She’s missing her two front teeth like many of the kids are and she has no hair, like all of the kids. Sometimes its hard to determine who’s a boy and who’s a girl. But then there’s that one day where the little boy you were playing with the previous day is wearing a dress, and you realize you’ve made a mistake. So Lucy is one of my favorites and she’s probably 6 or 7 years old. I also really like a little boy named Peter (missing his front teeth, also) who’s probably 8 years old. He’s not very bossy or pushy and just likes to play, and that’s nice. He’s not over competitive or anything, but still very good at sports and always active. We found broken plates one day and they turned into fantastic Frisbees. Peter, John (a boy I like very much with crazy teeth, very similar to Peter) and I played Frisbee for two hours and couldn’t get enough of it. I thought they were pretty sweet too, so that was a good afternoon of play time. Then there are the babies. Esther is about 7 months old and has the biggest eyes. She’s got a regular baby body, but these big, beautiful eyes that just suck you in. I love looking at her and when she smiles its so fantastic because her eyes light up a little bit and it’s like the room illuminates. You don’t need a flashlight when you’ve got her around. She doesn’t cry often either which is very nice. Moses is our little old man. He’s about 2 ½ years old and I think a little behind his time. He’s always got great t-shirts on (“Millennium Kid,” “It’s all about Me”) and has been spotted wearing pink stretchy pants and pink warm up pants. And he’s always got a pee stain running down his leg. He usually always walks with his hands behind his back like an old, English man would do, and sometimes he’ll move one in front and stretch out as if he wants to shake your hand, but then he’ll utter something like “Duey” which we think means “Mizuri” or “good” in Swahili. He’s so funny and very fun to watch. Sometimes I think he’s bi-polar because he’ll be smiling and happy one second, but if you make a wrong move around him he’ll start screaming and crying and there’s no way to stop it. It’s very violent sounding and I think would scare away any burglar.

June 26, 2007

A lot has happened since my last blog. David, our volunteer from New Zealand, left last weekend and Ryan, our roommate with so many stories, just left this evening. His father and step-mom came into Nairobi and they’re leaving for a week-long safari tomorrow. I like both of the boys a lot, so it’s gonna be hard without them. Ryan has had the most random life with so many good stories so that’s something I’ll be missing a lot. Apparently he’s suing the government because he went to Iraq pre-war (it was illegal to do that) and now they’re trying to convict him of something and he’s retaliating. He’s also been on the Daily Show with John Stewart, worked as a card dealer in Vegas with a stripper, and has had loads of crazy girlfriends. He’s actually going to Indonesia in the fall for work, and he’ll be there for two years. He’s working in Roanoke, VA this summer though (again, so random), so Will and I are hoping to meet up with him before he takes off.

This past weekend Will and I and 8 other volunteers from GVN went on a hike up Mt. Kenya, the second tallest peak in Africa. When we first got to Kenya we heard a few of the other volunteers talking about it and figured it would be a good time. I also figured it would be a nice, semi-difficult walk around the countryside with great views and good exercise. Turns out that Africa gets cold and very wet during June, and in the mountains its even worse. We traveled around 50 kilometers total in the 3 ½ days and my body was in so much pain when we got home. Our first day, Will and I left home around 6 AM to catch the Mutatu from Rongai into Nairobi. We woke up around 5:30 so we could make sure all of our stuff was together, and because we were the first ones up that morning, we had to unlock the house so we could actually get out. I’ve mentioned before that we have seven kittens and their mother on the farm with us, but the morning we were leaving, we turned on the flashlight on our way out the porch and there on the ground with a big pool of blood right next to him was one of the kittens. This was one of the first things I saw that morning, so it took me a second to realize that the kitten had been attacked and that the red pool by him was in fact, his blood. There was nothing we could do and we knew that Esther and Manasseh would be up soon, so we just had to leave him there. On the couch on the porch was another one of the kittens, and he too was dead. Not bleeding, but not breathing. I immediately looked for the other kittens, and the five of them were hiding behind the couch obviously scared of whatever was out there. It was a very sad situation, especially since we couldn’t do anything to help him. When we got back, we found out that there is another stray cat that comes over and apparently he attacked the kittens. We got there around 7:50 and waited for the other volunteers to show up, and finally got out of there around 10:30-11. We had a 2-2 ½ hour trip to the National Park and in the late afternoon, we started our hike. We had about 9 km to go on our first day, and already it wasn’t as easy as we’d hoped. If you want to get to the top of the mountain, you’ve gotta go up, so that’s what we did. Finally we got to our first camp site (think small compound with 3 buildings, bunk beds, and a long room with picnic benches for meals), set up our bunks and grabbed some food. It wasn’t too cold yet, so we were all pretty comfortable and prepared for the night.

The next morning we woke up around 7 AM and headed to our next destination. Today was a longer day. We had to go about 12-14 km, but it was a much more scenic hike. Let’s make a note that I had no idea that I’d be hiking once I got to Kenya, or that I would need clothes for cool weather. My first couple days I just hiked in sweatpants and sweatshirts that I happened to bring, and my new balance sneakers that are now brown and muddy. I have great hiking shoes at home that I got for my semester abroad, so I was quite disappointed that I didn’t get to use though for my first, real mountain hike. Anyways, we hiked through muggy weather and muddy grass in the morning, but the afternoon got much nicer. We stopped for lunch at a great little resting spot with a wonderful view of the peaks we would conquer, and then continued. After lunch, the sun came out and we were able to enjoy the hike a little more. We didn’t have as drastic of an incline to deal with, so it was nice to just enjoy the walk and the valley we were walking through. We got to our next camp around 3 PM and had the whole afternoon to just relax, play cards, drink tea and sit around. I’ve been playing a lot of cards while in Kenya. I think I’m getting pretty good and hope that I’ll be able to play more when I get home. It’s a better social activity than watching TV. We had to get up early the next morning for our hike to the top, so we went to sleep right after dinner, around 7 PM.

None of us slept very well since we went to bed so early, even though we hiked around 7 miles the day before. We had to wake up at 3 AM for our climb to the peak. I had seen the mountain the day before and thought it looked pretty impossible to conquer, but our guide, Steve, was confident in our abilities. We got rolling around 3:30 and wow, was it difficult. I can honestly say that I’ve never had to push my physical abilities so hard. We were at a very high altitude (almost 16,000 ft) so our oxygen availability was lower than usual, and we were climbing up soft dirt at a 60o angle. Luckily, we couldn’t see the bottom or else I think many of us wouldn’t have made it or even attempted the climb. It was completely dark, but thanks to Mom I had a very good flashlight to light my way. We hiked and hiked and had to stop very often because we were so exhausted. My legs were in so much pain and I was furious with dirt and rocks, things that usually don’t upset me. They just weren’t supporting my body the way I wanted them to, so there was a lot of slipping and nervous climbing. Note: Steve, our guide, and the porters, carried all of our stuff while hiking. They put all of our bags together and carried them on their backs while we traveled with our water bottles and small necessities. These men were horses and could carry anything for any distance. They got everywhere we were going first, and faster. We also learned that Steve could go four or five days without food and water, but without a cigarette, it would be impossible. He pulled out a cigarette when we got to the peak of the mountain, and anytime we finished hiking for the day. Apparently he’s a machine and the smoke doesn’t affect his lungs and physical capabilities. We were hoping he’d come to America and run the Boston Marathon, all the while holding his cigarette in his right hand as if it was his adrenaline. So funny. OK, back to climbing. We finally made it to the top around 6:10 or so, and the sun came up a little while after. We didn’t get a perfect sunrise, but once the sun did get up, the whole region was lit up and absolutely gorgeous. I’ll never climb a mountain like that again, so it was great to complete that journey once and to have such a fantastic view. We stayed up there for almost an hour, and then started our descent. That was sooo much easier than going up. We basically just slid down the mountain. Like I said, the soft dirt was very difficult to climb up with, but climbing down was so fun. For a lot of the trip down, I just crouched on my feet and used my hands to push myself down. I used the dirt as a slide, and just flew down the mountain. You can also run down the dirt and because its so soft, you never really have to worry about your landing. You just have to take a few big jumps and the dirt catches you, but if you continue to jump and run, then you just fly down the mountain. It’s hard to explain, but it was so much fun. I think it was similar to snowboarding, the way you’re in the air and just landing in soft earth. I think they should put a lift on the mountain just so people and come down that way.

Because we didn’t have to do much hiking, it only took us about an hour (maybe) to get down the mountain. With all of our bounding, we had to take a few time outs, but the view was so gorgeous that we didn’t want to rush down. We got to the bottom of the mountain and it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. We got ourselves some breakfast (French toast!) and then I took an hour nap before we left around 10:30. Yes, we had more hiking to do that day. On top of our extreme morning adventure, we had to hike the same trail that we had the day before. We did the 12 km in about 3 hours, but this time it was pouring rain and very, very cold. Luckily, I had my ‘Bike Vermont’ rain jacket, so my top stayed dry, but unfortunately I was wearing jeans and they just got completely ruined. I don’t think I’ve ever had an article of clothing get dirtier than that. We moved very, very quickly and took only one major break. I think that one lasted about 2 minutes, too. We pushed ourselves through the rain and got back to camp early. All of us were soaking wet, so we got out of our clothes and found what dry shirts and pants we could. Many of us just grabbed our sleeping bags and sat in them all afternoon. We spent the afternoon playing cards, drinking tea, and just staying warm. I slept very well that night and didn’t have any trouble falling asleep. I met three very kind people from the UK that told me about the train to Mombasa, and apparently I can get there, first class, for $50. It’s an overnight trip, but includes dinner, a place to sleep, and then breakfast the next morning. Will and I are thinking about doing that this next month because we’d really like to see the coast of Kenya.

We woke the next morning around 8 and our bodies were hurting. All of our clothes were still wet, but we put on what we had and started our descent down to where we started. It only took us an hour and a half to get down to the mountain, then we got all our stuff together, took one last group photo, and got into our Mutatus so we could get back to Nairobi.

We stopped for lunch at a bar along the road, and many of us just wanted some breakfast food. We saw the Mixed Grill Continental on the menu and asked the waiter what it was, and he replied with ‘eggs, bacon, sausage…’ I got very excited and a lot of us thought that sounded great. A big breakfast after a morning of hiking? Wonderful. We finally got our food about an hour later, and we realized why it took so long. Along with the sausage, egg and bacon, there was cow tongue, chicken, and random pieces of beef on the plate. Needless to say, we didn’t eat much of it. It was quite a surprise and definitely not what we were hoping for. We hopped back into the Mutatu and made our way into Nairobi. We had a long drive ahead of us, so we did what we could to entertain ourselves. After about an hour of having nothing to do, Mike, one of the boys on the trip, invented a card game that involved flipping a card on your forehead and having to guess whether or not it was the lowest, in the middle, or the highest. The game requires 3 people, so Will, Mike and I did that for a while. We had to make rules as we went along, because things started getting complicated and we needed to establish some boundaries. The boys lasted longer than I did because I eventually lost interest, but it helped in passing the time. We got back to Nairobi, thanked Steve, and headed to the junction where we’d catch the Mutatu home. We got home and had lots and lots of laundry to do. We had a lot of smelly, wet clothes to take care of so instead of coming home and just relaxing, we had to grab our wash buckets and take care of our clothes. I also jumped into the “shower” because it had been a few days, but it almost seems useless now because once we get to the orphanage, we just dirty ourselves up again so quickly.

Once we got back that night, we asked Esther about the kitten situation. She told us the little ones had been attacked, and now that their mother was watching over them, I figured they’d be safe. Last night, we heard another cat fight around 3 AM and I guess the neighbor cat was back. The fight didn’t last very long, but I woke up to count only four kittens. My favorite, the runt-calico with big eyebrows, was missing and still is. I’m hoping that he’s just hiding somewhere, but he’s so small that I think he may have gotten attacked or, eaten.

Ryan left us today. We thought he was leaving us on Monday, but apparently he got his dates mixed up and traveled into Nairobi to check into his hotel a day early. He popped into the Boma yesterday afternoon to let us know he had one more day until his Pops arrived. Because he was staying in a hotel for the night, we thought it would be a good idea to take advantage of his hotel room. We all traveled into the city with him, took showers, got some lunch, and just hung out until his father arrived. We hadn’t been to the orphanage that morning, so we grabbed Mr. Clancy, stuffed ourselves into a taxi and headed to St. Paul’s. I mentioned before that Ryan’s dad was providing the funds to finish a building at the orphanage, so he wanted to stop by and see the place he’d be providing for. We hung out with the kids for a while and then headed back home. The weather has been very chilly lately, and it’s kind of inconvenient because I brought a whole lot of shorts and t-shirts and not much warm clothing. I’m hoping that it warms up soon because I think I’m losing any sort of pigment or color that I had in my skin before. And because I wasn’t prepared to be cold in Africa.

I think that’s all for now. I’m getting a little tired of the lunch food at the orphanage and wish they’d just let us go home to get food, but I don’t think that’s going to happen. I’m beginning to lose my appetite and the idea of eating ngali makes me uncomfortable. It’s not something I look forward to. I can’t wait to go home and eat my favorite foods. Esther is still cooking good foods for us, so dinner is always nice. I never have to worry about that.

June 17, 2007

Ok, this is a long one.

The last thing I wrote about was our Tuesday afternoon adventure in Nairobi; I feel like I have a lot of catching up to do. I was really good at blogging while on Semester at Sea, but because I have such limited time on my computer I don’t feel like I’m putting as much time in as I should be. So here it goes.

Our second week at work was easier than our first. We had Tuesday off and then only had 3 more days of work until the weekend. Wendy and Dave were leaving for safari Friday morning, so that was something they were looking forward to and we could count down to as well. We’ve been spending a lot of time doing laundry (the kids get sooo dirty) and we’ve also been watering the garden because we planted carrot seeds our first week. Other than that, we really don’t have many duties but we try to find things to do around the place. They have little arts and crafts things that we work on occasionally, but eventually your fingers get a little tired of that. Friday we arrived at work and Margaret, who is usually there every day, still wasn’t there. She’d been gone for most of the week and usually she finds random things for us to do, but there was no laundry or labor needed from us on Friday so we were at a loss. The orphanage gets all of its money from donations and is currently working on a new building with a new kitchen, storage area, and guest rooms. It’s basically just a concrete structure right now and nothing in it is put together, so its going to need a lot of work. The children that are at the orphanage are all very close and familiar with one another, and Ryan thought it would be a good idea to buy some white paint so the kids could add some flavor to the building. We didn’t have enough time on Friday, but I’m hoping that we can paint the building soon so the kids can add their own personal touch to the place. Ryan’s father is also donating funds to the orphanage to help them finish the construction of the building, so that’ll be great to see if anything comes of that in the next six weeks.

We went to the Boma for about an hour on Friday, and on our way to water our crops, I saw a couple of the boys holding a young goat (or kid) and moving him. Usually this goat is always hopping around and making noise, so I was confused as to why he was letting the boys get near him. Then I walked over and noticed that the goat was very sick and apparently, dying. They laid him on some rocks and basically just sat there staring at him because they didn’t know what was wrong with him. I found this very difficult because you could tell the animal was frightened just by the look in his eyes, so I sat down and just gently rubbed his tummy for a while, hoping to make him feel a little more calm. We tried to get him to stand up on his own, but it was as if he was paralyzed and his entire body was useless. He couldn’t hold up his neck or stand on his little legs. The boys thought he had an African goat disease and suggested I hurry up and go wash my hands before I got sick, but I really didn’t think it was that big of an emergency. There was nothing I could do for the goat, so after 10 minutes or so I went and washed myself off and tried to find something else to do, but I was eventually lead back to the goat during its final minute or living, and sadly he died. I don’t know how African orphanages handle baby goat deaths, so I just left and went to play games with a few of the girls. Next thing I knew, Moses Walker, one of the young boys, walked by me with a big knife and I had a bad feeling. Then I see Boss pulling Ryan away because he really wanted to show him something. And shortly after that, Boss is running around with a kidney or liver in his hand, and I knew crazy stuff was happening. I never went over to see, but the boys told me that they had dissected the kid in order to see what killed it. I guess they found like ¾ of a bar of soap and that could’ve made him sick, but we’re still not sure if that’s what made him meet his end. So that was my first baby goat dissection and I’m not sure I’ll ever really need to witness one first hand.

Because Wendy and Dave were leaving for the weekend, Will and I thought it would be a nice time to take Mr. Phillips offer of a weekend at a hotel in Nairobi. We headed out Saturday morning (Ryan dropped us off at the Mutatu) and took our trip into the city. We called the Sarova Stanley hotel Friday and made a reservation so we were all set when we got in on Saturday. We went and stopped by VICDA (Volunteer Interns Community Development- Africa, GVNs partner company) and I picked up a couple packages that my Mama sent me (thanks Ma). We had this big plan of going to a Japanese restaurant very close by because we love our Asian food and really wanted some Teriyaki chicken with white sauce. Lonely Planet told us it was right around the corner, and we spent 10 minutes looking for it, but it was nowhere in site. We stopped by close hotel and the concierge told us that it had shut down. Then I looked at when the Lonely Planet was written, and the most recent guide book was April 2006. Needless to say we were pretty disappointed, but we stopped by a Chinese Restaurant and had some food there. We got to our hotel after than and wow, nice surprise. We had heard really good things about it, but it was a beautiful hotel and definitely for American and European tourists. The exchange rate here in Kenya is 1:64, so our money goes a long way. A night in a 5-star Kenyan hotel is probably a third of the amount that it would be in the states. We had a great room, great service and SHOWERS. It was so wonderful. I would have liked to stay for a couple nights, just so we could see what the hotel had to offer, but one night was great. We went to Carnivore that night, which has apparently made the world’s top 50 restaurant list a couple times, and it wasn’t as good as we’d hoped. We both admitted that we weren’t hungry enough or awake enough for the experience, but we just didn’t find the food to be that good. It’s the same style as a Brazilian steakhouse, where men with pieces of meat continuously come by your table offering you different types of meat, but the thing with this restaurant is that it’s supposed to be exotic. Because of gaming issues and endangering species, the only exotic food we were able to try was ostrich meatballs and crocodile. I tried both and really enjoyed the ostrich, but wasn’t as into the crocodile. Our hotel arranged for us to be driven there by a cabby who would wait until our meal was finished, and then to drive us home as well. His name was Charles and he was a very friendly guy, so that was very nice of him and the hotel to do that for us.

Saturday was a pretty lazy day. We woke up a little too late for the included breakfast, so we ordered some room service and I had an awesome Turkey Club. Emphasis on the awesome. We were thinking about going to a movie, so we went to go check out times and what was playing, but there really weren’t any options that interested us, and we figured we’d be better at spending our day just exploring some of the city. We stopped at an African Art shop and got a couple tapestries for 50% off, so that was pretty exciting. I had left my USB at the internet café the day before, so we went to go look for that too, but unfortunately everything is closed on Sunday, so I think that may be lost forever. We stopped by the Hilton Hotel just to see what that was like, and it looked like a very impressive place. We just wanted to go check out the pool area, but then we decided to stop and have a drink at the bar, and then that turned into a late lunch. So we had a pretty relaxing afternoon, and after lunch we just headed back to the hotel, gathered our stuff, jumped in a Mutatu, and headed home. We got back to Esther’s and Manasseh’s place around 5 and walked into our room and found it very, very clean with new sheets and a non-ant infested floor. That was exciting. I also found my bottom retainer, alone. My immediate thought was that Naomi a.k.a. Baby, went shopping in our room again. So I asked Esther and she was like, “Oh is that the little thing in the purple case? She took that, I don’t know where it is now! Tehehe!” So I’m a little nervous about that and hoping that it shows up soon and that the chickens aren’t chewing it up.