Ducking Outta the Rain

Instead of trying to catch y'all up on everything that's gone on for the two months I've been in Kenya, I'm just going to start from scratch and hopefully eventually will sort itself out more or less. I'm still finding my feet, and as part of that, figuring out when/where I'll be able to get internet. But there is a nice place next to the supermarket I frequent, so hopefully I'll be checking in a little more often.

It is Sunday afternoon, and I just ran into one of my coworkers in town, so we decided to grab a Coke (the drink, not the drug :) ) and chat for a bit. We talked about pretty much everything, from how children are named in Kenya, which is quite complicated, to dowries - just in case I get married here - to all sorts of other things that I probably shouldn't mention here. I was just going to walk straight home, but the sky opened up just as we were passing through town, so here I am.

Just to give you an idea of what a typical Sunday might be like, I'll go through what I've done so far today... woke up about 6:30 or so and laid in bed for a half hour. I don't even lay in bed on a lazy Sunday morning in America, so I guess that is pretty atypical. Anyway, I decided I would cook myself a good breakfast, so I whipped up some scrambled eggs in my "all-stick" frying pan. It's quite a horrible frying pan, but it gets the job done. I usually don't eat a whole lot of meat here because that usually requires refrigeration, which I obviously don't have, or going out to a hoteli (i.e., restaurant), which I don't do except on Saturdays after work as kind of a celebration of the end of the work week. Eggs keep for a couple weeks without refrigeration, and fresh eggs here are incredibly good, so I eat them several times a week to get protein. Kenyans are also big on tea, which is called chai here, so I made some of that for breakfast too. But I prefer the hot-chocolate version instead of the true British-type of tea, which most people drink here. Another horrible, horrible habit I've developed is just eating the hot-chocolate mix straight out of the jar. Because it comes as cocoa and sugar together, it tastes pretty good straight from the container. And with my very low levels of self-control when it comes to sweets, well, I've gone through THREE 400-gram containers this week. In order to prevent myself from doing that again, I've decided only to buy straight cocoa - at least I'll have to work a little to make it palatable before I gorge myself. Ok, back to breakfast... last but not least, I had my main staple - buttered bread. To compensate for my bad habits with the hot chocolate, I've been consuming wheat bread. I know it isn't that much better than white bread, but hey, at least I'm trying.

After breakfast, I did my laundry. In America, that means heaping all of my dirty, stinking clothes into the washer and trying to jam the door shut before I pass out. Here things are not so easy. First, I get out my three big buckets and fill them halfway with cold water - I don't really need to say "cold" because it's not like there's a choice, I just wanted you to know that it is actually quite cold. Then, I dump the soap into one bucket and start soaking my basket full of clothes a few pieces at a time. There is a method to washing whereby one rubs the clothes together using different parts of the same piece of clothing to attempt (and usually fail) to get rid of all stains. This usually results in a lot of scrubbing, and since skin is only slightly softer than most fabric, I almost always ends up with raw bloody fingers by the end. It is really quite awful. Sipendi kufuo nguo sana sana sana!!!!! (I hate to wash clothes very very much - in Swahili). Ok, so after the clothes are cleaned in the first bucket, you soak them in the next two buckets to try to get most of the soap out. As an engineer, I am quite aware of the mass balance of soap and that none is leaving the system, but rather just getting progressively transfered to the furthest bucket. This eventually results in the clothes that are washed last having the most soap left in them, which sometimes isn't so bad because it leaves them smelling better, which also gives one the impression that they are actually clean. After the third bucket, the clothes go up onto a line to dry. And I just remembered that I forgot to take my clothes off of the line before I came to town this afternoon, so they are getting an extra soak cycle now - yes!!!

After I washed my clothes, I used the remaining water to mop my rooms after I swept them out. And yes, I have multiple rooms in my palace here - after I swept them out. I am actually not kidding about the palace part. I have two bedrooms (you know you want to come visit :) ), a main sitting room, and a small room with a flush toilet and a shower. A shower and flush toilet were completely unexpected bonuses, so I am really living it up here; except when you consider that I sleep on a box spring - not a mattress and a box spring, but just a box spring - and that massive numbers of ants regularly patrol my palace looking for any scrap of food they can find, or any resting insect or person - yikes!

After cleaning my room, I studied a little Kiswahili, then decided whether or not to go exploring. That is, I wanted to just head off into the hills, get lost, and hopefully find my way back out again by the end of the day. But since dark rain clouds were approaching, I decided just to go to town instead and pick up groceries and come back for a run - my first in Nanyuki! But then I ran into my coworker and friend, James, and we got to talking, which ended up being very relaxing and a lot of fun. Just what I needed considering that the last couple weeks have been pretty rough. My adjustment here at site has been a little more difficult than I thought it would be, mostly because I am so busy I can't even see straight. But, I'm starting to be able to set my own schedule a little more, and getting some of my routines back, so the normalcy is returning. But keeping that bit of unexpectedness is what makes life so much fun here, so hopefully I can strike a balance.

Ok, time to head on home and wring out my clothes. I'll catch up with you again soon. And I promise, one of these days I am actually going to respond to ALL of your awesome letters, cards, emails, facebook messages, and text messages! Really!