Jambo!

Jambo is the Swahili greeting for Hello.  Jambo!

I've forgotten to tell you a few things from some of the days and wanted to get them in. 

Everytime we visit a school or church we are "honored" guests.  We are alway given a seat in front and an interpreter if needed.  More often the interpreter is used to tell them what we say as the teachers and ministers all know English. 



Outside meeting



Doing the "bump"



All of the schools we visited were teaching English.  And they understand they will need it to go very far in life.  I tell a few of them my story of knowing 2 languages you're a bilinguist, 3 and you're trilinguist and if you know only one you are an American.  (Sad but true.)
We see some of the lessons on the chalkboard and it is in English.  Another thing to remember are the children who have never seen white people.  Some cry and don't want us to touch them and the older ones come up an want to feel our arms.  But they all loved doing the bump

   I  also forgot they love and served us french fries.  It was a treat for us and them.   Funny what foods are universal.  We had many kinds of cabbage salad. One night we had been given some fresh spinach.  We asked Fridah to cut off the ends and we would steam it.  She chopped it into shreds like slaw.  It was easy to cook!

 Shower curtain?  It was hung about Friday.  We had mentioned they could put the wooden door from shower on outside of the bathroom (hall) for privacy and plastic inside.  When we got home one evening the shower curtain had been split in two, with half on out side of room (by the hall) and rest next to the wooden door (but outside of shower).  Hmmm.  I took down the one inside and hung it next to hall half so it gave us the privacy.  You see we had smiles most of the time.

Another supply Jan had arranged and bought was rice and beans.  She had bought a mineral/chicken powder like the one "Save the Children" packs and sends.  I believe she bought 180 kilos of beans and 200 kilos of rice (2 large sacks each), plus the powder and bags.  These were put into individual bags (about 2 cups each) and large quatities given to different groups. 

I kept trying to take a picture of a local hotel, and tell you we stayed there, but after I thought of this I never saw one I could get in a picture.  So to tell you we saw quite of few like the ones that had a "butchery" below with the meat hanging in the windows, or selling beans or even cafes below wouldn't do the story justice.   We were very lucky to have the accommodations we had.

  I took a picture of the "facility" which most of the schools, churches and homes had but decided not to publish it. We do have it lucky in many ways. And think how impossible it would be to put all this in when the cities are already large and homes so close together. It seemed as though where ever we were there was always someone giving Jan a "proposal".  And the rest of us were asked if we could "sponsor" them with this or that.  There were so many a person could help. 

Monday we go on our Safari!

Kwaheri (good-bye) to Meru.