Karen chose to take the van as she had a headache this morning. It was gone by the time we got to the school. Before we left we were treated to a bunch of monkeys playing outside the guest house, just above our heads. Amie and Sam
The walk was nice. It had rained overnight and into the morning so it was another relatively cool day. I don't think it got above 75, but it was very humid. Children continued to spill out of their homes yelling, "Mzungo, mzungo!" as we passed by. We stopped for a handshake, a smile and a picture. Not all of them are as eager. The younger ones have a tendancy to be a bit spooked. Yesterday, Andrea came upon a cute little girl who was looking at us inquisitively. Andrea squatted down to her level and extended her hand. The girl sheepishly did the same, and just before Andrea to her hand, she took a deep breath as if she wasn't sure of the consequences. Ann said she didn't exhale until she let go of her hand. Another myth dispelled.
Today we were coming down a steep hill before a stream wear two young boys were playing. The older one was smiling, the younger one, probably 2 years old, was not. The closer we got, the louder he screamed until he fled into the thick brush. He was hiding behind his eyes behind a bottle of milk as we passed.
We passed to the left of the primary school and headed directly to the clinic. Karen was smiling and laughing with Isaac as we approached. She was feeling much better. We had a bit of time, so we went down to the primary school to say "hello" to anyone that would listen. The children came out in droves.
We returned to do some more work, but there's always time for a little clowning around.

Kevin and I had to attend a clinic committee meeting at 10 (we were told to be punctual), which gave us 30 minutes to get everyone started planting more trees and leveling some ground. We also had to stop for the customary Kenyan tea. The 8 of us sat in one of the clinic rooms drinking scalding hot tea and eating ground nuts and bread. The chief arrived, and sat inside with us. Peter is an engaging man, probably in his mid 60s. He's the lowest rung of a very long political ladder. He had been to the US on several occastions and spoke of those visits fondly. He had been to North and South Carolina, and Washington DC. He was the one that finally told us what those huge grubs were that we found while planting on Saturday. We were told that they were the females that give birth to all the ants. Nasty, nasty, nasty. What was even more gross was what happened earlier in the morning. Richie picked one up and threw it at Kevin. Kevin was holding a spade, and swung at the larvae like it was a baseball. He connected and the thing blew apart... some of it landed in Richie's mouth. If his mother's reading this, I'm sure she'll be thrilled.
Almost two hours later (11:50) the chairman arrived. Welcome to Kenya. In that time, the group decided to climb the mountain behind the school. Andrea will tell you it was a hill, but seriously, it's a mountain. Karen was going on the climb, so Andrea and I thought it better that Kevin accompany her. Sam Oguso ("my height") took them up along with Benson, one of the local boys. Sam has taken us up many times, and we've gone over the hill to the other side into Luyaland. The Luo live on one side of the mountain, the Luya on the other. They fought like wild dogs for centuries, and they still don't get along very well. It's a peaceful co-existence... until I say "Oyaoreh" to a Luya. They get offended when you speak Luo to them, and they don't hesitate to give you a dirty look.
We went back outside for a photo of the group, then waited for everyone to return from the mountain. Before I moved to the other side of the clinic, Joyce came over with a small bag of gifts from the committee for me and my family. I was presented with a Kenyan belt, Andrea and Katie were given Kenyan wraps (to be, "worn in the kitchen") and Kevin and Karen were given jewelry. I thanked them all for their generosity and moved between the clinic and Hannah's Home. The chief was the first one to spot them. They had already begun their way down, and thank goodness they were wearing bright colors. Kevin was in orange, Katie in purple, and Andrea was wearing a bright, sky blue. Amie and Sam were both in white, as was Karen. They were specks on the landscape that was very lush. They would disappear behind the leaves as they walked, and Job and I would try to spot them as they emerged behind huge boulders that dotted the mount side (yes, I said "mountain," again). It seemed to take forever for them to come down. Another reason why I think it's a mountain! It doesn't take long to climb a hill!
Once everyone made it down, we went over to the secondary school for lunch. It's not easy climbing that mountain... the fact is, most of the people in this community have never done it, so they're usually very impressed when we do. The climb isn't without incident, either. This time, everyone had scratches from the thorn bushes you encounter on your way up... and again down. A chance to sit, relax, drink a water and have some lunch was a welcome break from the prior three hours. The committee members again gave thanks for our help; this time, with everyone present. Joyce helped Andrea and Katie tie on their "wraps" and took a minute for a photo.

Dinner was ready for us when we got back, and afterwards, everyone slept peacefully. We knew we'd be returning tomorrow, so we wanted to make sure we were well rested.
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