Kwaheri

After a month of soccer, swimming, playing, swinging, animal-viewing, cooking, journaling, reading, pretending, camping, dancing, and partying, we have said goodbye to my dear friend and her two kids. Our kids have always gotten along very well, but I figured a month of together time would truly test the limits. Not true! Or rather, there didn't seem to be any limits. So our stand-in family has gone back to deal with reality, and we stay here suspended in this somewhere between the clouds and the African plains. We are sad they left, but sooo happy they came.

The 3 Musketeers watching Kenyan dances.

Turning Six!

Avocados: almost free. Blueberries: gasp! expensive. Birthday tradition lemon cake with avocado frosting: priceless.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012 - our wee girl turns six today! Sunday we decorated the front yard and steps with glittery hanging stars, put stick-on flowers down the hallway and into the living room, hung balloons and ribbons, and had the neighborhood girls over for fairy house painting, fairy hunting, and other sparkly things (dubbed by my daughter as her fake birthday party).

The best part was having my friend and her kids here. Not only did my friend skip lunch with me in the mad rush to get everything ready, but I love how her kids love! They made the party day really special, and continue to help the kiddo celebrate the "real" birthday today with grace and giggles.

Happy Anniversary to Us

Yesterday was our 9th wedding anniversary. At times I can scarcely believe how long it's been, but at other times I think back (5 years in VA, 3 other states, Virginia again, now Kenya)... eh, yeah, we've had some time to go through some stuff. Andrew brought me home 18 wonderful roses.

I also can't believe it's the end of the third week of my dear friend and her two kids visiting us. Only one more week (sniff!). This week, after a return from weekend camping and safari'ing, has been a whirl. Much like last week, we are taking kids to sports camp, applying sunscreen, and going to the store for endless amounts of apples, carrots and yogurt, and somehow getting in a nearly-full day's work as well.

The wrench in this week's plan was that said dear friend got laid low, very low, by what I decided was Campylobacter (darn food on the camping trip!).  I succumbed to a lesser degree, but it's enough to make me wonder whether I'll be able to eat our lovely anniversary dinner. Yes, we are going OUT tonight for dinner, leaving the child in the blissful care of a mostly-functional friend with her two awesome buddies.

Snorts under the Stars

Doing a little catching up, here, but last month we finally went camping! It was big on my list to be out under the big sky far away from city civilization. When school got out we drove up to Lake Baringo, one of  several lakes that dot the length of the Rift Valley in Kenya. We took a boat ride, which revealed birds and crocs while we floated over submerged lake islands - there had been a lot of rain. We didn't have to venture further than the shore edge, a few dozen feet from our campsite, to see the hippos.

Yes, this is where we camped. The closest hippo was just to the right of the sign... but too much in the bushes to get a good picture.

After dinner at the covered-patio restaurant (gotta love roughing it in Kenya!), we gazed at the stars, demurred on the campfire, and crawled into our sleeping bags as the deep and rumbling hippo snuffles and snorts carried us of to a 9PM sleep (yeah, we've been tired!).

The next day we drove to Lake Bogoria. We were very impressed with the state of the tarmac. (Yes, tarmac, and it was in great shape!) We went in the northern gate of the park and were almost immediately treated to lots of flamingos, beautiful scenery, and hot springs.

Flamingos, mountains and lakes, oh my.

Despite what the ranger had said, the road to the south gate wasn't actually passable (at least, we weren't willing to try without having a winch, and someone to winch us). Instead of backtracking we decided to go out the western gate. It was on the park's map. It was on the GPS.

Note to self: If you find yourself saying "This road should work" when you already know another road is perfectly good, DON'T TRY IT. Just suck it up and backtrack.

After a journey that resembled a cartoon car going up and down hills, on a very rocky, bumpy, dirt track, we finally made it to the gate. Which was at a wee village. The gate was closed and locked. And the wee village was very, very quiet. Andrew got out of the car, and walked around looking interested in the gate. This process sends up the muzungu alert. Soon enough, a little boy came running up to Andrew, and stood there looking at him. Andrew pointed at the gate and asked a question. After a bit the boy smiled and went running, and soon enough an older man came to the gate, reached down and unwrapped the chain and still-locked steel padlock from the posts, and opened the gate. Er, thanks.

Note to self: If you find yourself saying "How do we get through this locked gate in the middle of nowhere" always try to simply open the gate. It just might work. 

After what seemed like hours and hours, very few cow/sheep/goat sightings (which just shows how middle-of-nothing we were for a while) and several exclamations that went something like "This is really on the map?", "This isn't a road, it's a river bed!", "You've gotta be kidding me!" and repeated renditions from the back seat of "are we there yet?", we finally reached the highway. Another four short hours through death-defying traffic and we would be home. Andrew would have kissed the tarmac if he wasn't so anxious to push the car above 15 km per hour.

And then, I got to deliver the news to the wee one that 1) yes, she could watch a dvd now, and 2) when we got home, we were going to babysit two kittens. After 5 weeks with us the kittens went home last night amid many tears (from the child) and sighs of relief (from the curtains and my office chair).

Cutie faces, loud purrs, funny pounces, sharp claws.