The Week in Pictures. With a Few Words.

Visiting the twins, Teddline and Lavender, from the children's home we worked with 2 years ago. 14 years old and SO tall!


The roads right after a daily downpour. We enjoy standing at this particular spot watching overly-confident vehicles fishtail all over the place before getting stuck.


Dan and the girls hanging out in the front yard of the new Veronica Home.


Ina and her avo the size of a football. One of the many reasons we love Kenya.


Yes, that's a homemade pizza in Kenya.
Yes, we each ate a whole quarter of it.
And yes, it does indeed have a stuffed crust.


On the way out to Mali Saba on the back of a pick-up.


Todd, Ina, and Dan checking out the brick progress at a project in Soy. Check out that view of the valley.


Mama Dreadlocks with baby.


Getting a new hairstyle from Regan, as the rains roll in.


A full week back in Kitale Town.
Highlights:

Eating real pizza. It'd been a while.

A story floating around town about 3 pregnant ladies walking to the hospital. One stops to rest on a log and a cobra comes up and wraps itself around her. A man backs his truck near it, covering it with exhaust fumes, and the cobra flees the scene. Mum and baby both die. Snake is spotted the next day at a farm, eating a cow, before retreating to the forest. Police have been searching for it all week, but assume that after eating an entire cow, it may be digesting for a while. (This is one of those classic Kenyan stories that is tragic if true, but is so bizarre it's hard to believe. We have our doubts, but numerous Kenyan friends swear it happened.)

Driving out to a rural project in the Land Cruiser. Ina and I are in the back seat, Dan is in the front on the phone, and Todd is driving. All of a sudden Todd yells, "Wait, what side of the road am I supposed to be on???!"

Walking down to the Shimo slums nearby and passing a young boy who I vaguely recognized. I asked if his name was Camou, and indeed it was. He was one of the youngest kids at the street kids' school 2 years ago, and I used to buy him cream for the ringworm on his face, as his father is dead and his Mum was a well-known alcoholic in town. He is now a healthy, growing 6-year old going to a local primary school and living with family members nearby. When it feels like so many things here have changed for the worst, stories like that make coming back so sweet.