My 19th

That was really a great day, the night before I went back to Egerton and had a feast prepared for me by the Venter family, then a relaxing bath in how water with candles followed by timothy massaging my feet and Joy brushing my hair. Then in the morning we had cake at the school with all the teachers singing to me. After that I headed back to town with Moki to the showground, she was to come and volunteer too, where I got called to an emergency out in Rondi, a truck of refugees turned over by the side of the road. We had no means to get there so four of us red cross guys piles into a private car and sped it there in time to did first aid on the victims and help them pile their things into another vehicle. What shocked me most was counting the number of vehicles going the other direction, towards the showground. In one hour I counted 25, each holding up to 60 people. Bear in mind some of the would just be stopping for some food then move on but even still. That is a lot of people.

In the evening when we got back to the red cross branch, I of course told everyone that it was my birthday, in Kenya this is ‘bathday’ so everyone, mainly my male friends it has to be said, chased me around the compound with buckets of water! It was a good laugh and didn’t matter about getting wet as the weather was good. Even so I did not fancy walking back (yes it is safe to walk before dark again) in the wet clothes so made one of them fetch me some to borrow from the donations (I gave them back the next day) but the ones that my friend Tony selected (the main culprit in the wetting affair) made me look what Botto the driver described as a Chocho! (a grandma!) then to top off the day I got a phone call from my mother (still a novelty) and one from my friend Lucy in England – the first time that I spoke to a friend from back home in over 4 months! It was greta to chat.