My week teaching week at Shimba Hills went much smoother than expected. The biggest challenges for me were the heat without a lovely ocean breeze and the eastern “squatty potty” toilet. My knees really rebelled with the squatting—I guess I have really stiffened up over the last 16 years. I was reminded that during my years at Shimba, whenever I had to go into Mombasa I would ask myself “how can people live here—it’s so hot, and noisy and dirty” and was always so thankful to get back to my little room in Shimba . Well, I was very glad to get back to my home in Mombasa to my western toilet, electricity, fan and fridge. The grace to live in the bush for more than a few days is gone.
Fridah is back from Senegal now and, last week I saw her when I went to the base. You may not believe this but I have witnesses, Fridah and I sat and talked for several hours and Christine joined us for a while—actually I never even made it to the office that day. The spirit of Karen is coming upon me 😊
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