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Entry 35 // Life in Kisumu

Update by: Luke | March 18th, 2011

This picks up right where we left off with ordering a new fuel pump for Nick's bike. The whole troubleshooting and ordering process only took a few hours. Visitors from the states are very rare, so Jeff and Van are egar to hang out and show us the town. As much as Nick and I like motorcycles and tinkering with them, they could care less. I'm glad we didn't waste much of the day working on the bikes because Jeff and Van need to take off for Uganda for a conferance in the morning. We can now spend rest of the day with them.

There are a couple ways to get into town. The cheapest being a minibus. We walk down to the main road and all hop in.This is Jeff and Van and their kidIt's strange that I havn't shown a picture of their faces yet. I'm not trying to hide their idenity. It just worked out that way, haha.

The way the minibus's work is every driver pays out of pocket for the fuel he uses. That means they put the bare minimun of fuel in for their shift and many times, they put in less than the bare minimun. We run out of fuel on the way into town. The driver just runs the starter till it fires us again. We do this stalling 3 times and cough our way into a station. This is horrible on the starer, and fuel pump, but the drivers don't care about that. They arn't paid to care and they save money this way. We make it into town just fine.

Since we are special visitors, they take us to a nice restaurant.After dinner they take us down to the waterfront. I'm using the term "waterfront" very loosly.Believe it or not this is Lake Victoria. Well...it's a bay of the lake. In the last 5 years this non native weed type stuff has taken over the bay. It used to be just open water. Now all they use it for is to wash cars in.The rest of the day is spent walking around and showing us the town. Jeff and Van buy us a huge bag of groceries that we can not possibly eat all of. They want us to be ok while they are gone. They are too nice to us. They are poor missionaries. I feel bad for having them buy us all this food. They are not letting us spend any of our money.

On the way back home our minibus runs out of diesel. It coughs its way to a station just like before. This time, I am sitting next to a pump. I watch how much they put in. 3.2 liters, that's less than 1 gallon.

Back at the house, we talk late into the night. Jeff and Van ask many questions about my family upbringing. My dad was a pastor and they are very interested to hear the perspective of the kids from this lifestyle. They want to raise there child right, and don't want him to turn out strange. Many many pastor, and missionary kids turn out horrible. It's a case of extreems.

In the morning Nick and I wake up to an empty house. Jeff and Van have left for a conferance in Uganda and will be gone for 10 days. Nick and I have our own free place to stay filled with food while we wait for our fuel pump. We are so fortunate. There is another missionary couple living in an apartment underneath us. We become friends with them, and they start feeding us. It's unbelievable. We don't even have to cook. Every morning we wake up to a thermos filled with coffee and something to eat. Then more food shows up for lunch and dinner. We are really getting spoiled.
Breakfast LunchIt's a pretty easy life.Brad is the only White guy in this town with a Tutetute. I spelled that wrong, but it's basically a 3-wheeled rickshaw. He takes us into town and shows us where to find the internet. The place is called Duke of Breeze. This is where we spend most of our time for the next few days. The internet is free as long as you buy a coke once in awhile.I need to get more pictures of Jeff's actual village. It's really cool. Most of the houses are made out of mud, with trees used as rebar. They can last up to 30 years, if made correctly.

Here is a well where they get the water. It's not safe for us to drink.Our house has electricity in one room. It has a toilet, but to flush you have to get a bucket of water and dump straight in the toilet. Even then it doesn't usually get everything out, so we just use the outhouse outside. There is no shower. so to clean yourself up you just kind of wipe yourself down.There is no running water. Everything comes from a 55 gallon drum in the kitchen. That water comes from water guys who pull carts around selling it. All the drinking water is ran through a gravity filter. It's an interesting life here. I'll end this entry with a picture of one of the main roads near Jeff's house.






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