Whatever

Not really anything good to say... Oh, I should follow up to the last stuff, eh, and finish whatever I was talking about. Maybe.

So, like I told you, I was in Kakamega, on my way to lunch with Mr. Ambassador. Well, he actually had a meeting in Nairobi to smooth over the bombings in Somalia and couldn't make it. All the other grown ups cross their hearts he was really looking forward to meeting all of us. I, of course, accept this response proudly- who wouldn't want to have lunch with us?? We suggested a re-do, but who knows if it will happen.

All in all, it was still really a good time. I got to meet 5 or 6 new PCVs, remeet some old ones, and get a free lunch, followed by free beer. 2 folks from this G7 group were there and super friendly to us, buying the beer and announcing a party at their place in a few weeks. And the real teaser? They have an OVEN! You bet your bottom I'm coming!! The government people were all really cool, though, so it was well worth going to, and I only wish I could have more of those opportunities.

That night was a sleepover at Joe's place. 7 total, and we made spagetti and then french toast for breakfast. Fun times.

At site (oh yea! work!) I have finally started to earn my pay. I was really sick right after Lamu, but have mostly recovered. I'm just snotty now, not near-dead like I felt before. I sat in the office last Monday, doing NOTHING and feeling lame. The voice in my head came on and suggested that, if I want work, I need to get off my sorry ass and go find it. Introductions are over, it's time to talk serious commitments and schedules. And, since Napolean hardly talks to me, let alone offers suggestions of work projects, it's truly up to me.

I now spend Mondays in Eshinutsa, first at the clinic and then at the Secondary school to talk with the female students (all male teachers there). Tuesday afternoons will be at Mundaha Primary, with the Health Club. Wednesday morning, for the next month at least, will be back at Eshinusta 2ndary, to talk with boys and girls. That leaves me a lot of open space, still, but I ain't done! That's just a week worth of effort!

The key to passing the next 18 months, and passing them in a way that will cause warm fuzzies when I reminisce (sp?), is to be busy, busy, busy with work. Sitting around is just too boring and makes time just crawl along.

Another bonus here? I bike to Eshinutsa (maybe 30 min?), and have been biking to Kilingili again. I ran out of money, so biking was the only way to get to the Posta and to get to the market. My tushy and quads are soooooore now! But, maybe this belly I have will take a hike...

I am in Kisumu today. I'm here for research -no really!- and to pick up a package. The camels have finally made it across Africa, bringing a package sent in early July. Take notice, those of you who send groundmail - it takes about 6 months to arrive! That means, don't stick any yummy cupcakes in there, eh? So, anyway, 6 months of waiting reveals that I have the Worlds Greatest Mum who really missed me a lot. It's awesome! FULL of sauce packets for sauces I didn't know existed, let alone came in little packets! And cheese for Mac&Cheese, M&Ms, a new cap and even a mouth gaurd for my Nalgene, and shirts, knives, towels, ... a lot of damn good stuff!

I'll be back in 2 weeks, if all goes well. In the meantime, write me letters! You know who you are! I expect mail from some of those unheard from peoples. Sawa? You don't get a letter unless you send a letter, and it starts with YOU.

Cool. Peace out, dudes.