DAY 7: The Bus Ride to Bungoma

Dave and I caught the bus to Bungoma at 8am and did not get into Bungoma until about 5:30. This was due to some road construction that cause some diversions onto bumpy roads where a truck stalled, blocking traffic for a long time. When we got into the city of Bungoma it looked like there was some sort of political rally going on. Lots of people were flooding the streets.

We walked back to Dave and Connor's apartment flooded by stares and kids chanting "how are you?". It's about the only English phrase they know so they will chant it over and over again when they see you. Even right now as I type this there are kids peeking through the door and saying it and staring at me.

We met Connor outside flooded by kids then hung out at the place cooking a dinner of boiled potatoes and onion with rice. A solid meal. Their neighbor Leslie also came to visit. He comes over often. He is just finishing up high school and waiting for some test results before he goes off to college. He told me today he will teach me some Swahili tomorrow.

It poured down massive drops of rain as we ate that night. The electricity goes in and out. The rain is very intense but never lasts too long. I got out my Delta blanket and slept under Dave's mosquito net and never once felt cold.