Not Enough Time To Type Much - Still Alive

Hi everyone!

I am currently writing from a computer in the office of the All African Conference of Churches center, courtesy of Blair. However, I am tremendously limited in how much time I can stay. So here is a businesslike rundown of the past 24 hours.

The show went well. Very well. Most of REPACTED came, along with a variety of other theater people, my host family, and much of the Nuru Ya Jamii staff. In short, the audience was a hodgepodge of characters from my Nakuru life. The idea of theater in the round was pretty new to most of them, and using such a small space (and such lively actors) allowed the show to really reach out and touch them. The actors were all over the place, and it was fabulously entertaining. Carrington (with whom I am now travelling) came, and was perfectly entertained without even knowing a word of Swahili. Hopefully one day I will have time to describe it in greater detail.

Said some goodbyes, went home, slept early, woke up early, and packed all my stuff. I left a few thigns (Vdieo camera, slackline, recently purchased books) with my family in Mangu, and ocne again packed the rest of my meager belongings into my big camping backpack. It was certainly a weird sensation, leaving my new "home," after such a short time to hit the road again.

And hit the road we did. Carrington and I met in town, hopped in a matatu, and were off for Nairobi. Mercifully, the stretch of road between GilGil and Nakuru (which has been under incessant repairs since my arrival) is about 30% repaved, and the trip was a good bit shorter than when I first came. We arrived in Nairobi, dropped bags at Blair's office (She comes through in the clutch once again), and went into the city to find the train station and buy tickets. After a CRAZY matatu ride (I've seen them get one tire up on the curb before, but never both) and a 30 minute walk, we were at the Railway Station. (By the way Moi Avenue is one of the most diverse streets I've ever seen. It's like a major Avenue in New York in archetecture, but it has a completely different feel. Thankfully I'll be back here in 9 days and can describe it more.)

"Trains don't run on Thursdays."

One 30 minute walk later, we were at the bus station. Called my host mother to make sure we'd be safe on this particular line, got the okay, and booked 9PM overnight (8-10 hour) bus ride to Mombasa. Walked to Nairobi University, bought a few books in the book store, and returned here to go out to dinner with Blair and some of her friends. We're leaving now, so that's all I have time to say.

But I think it'll be fun. We'll see.

Much love to everyone back home,
Chris