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After an early start with "Rich Christians…" and
breakfast, we split into two groups.  One group
nearly finished the stringing, while the other group started the mudding. This was our
first full day in the sun, and it was soon beginning to show. We were wearing suntan
lotion the whole time but, as my Jeans had started falling apart the day before, I had cut
them off just above the knee. To be more precise, Tom had cut them off using a machete
while I was still wearing them. I had intended to do it myself using a penknife, but
no-one seemed to have one on them. |
 
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| I also made the mistake of wearing a sleeveless vest-top, for which
I should have been shot on site by the fashion police, according to John. My only excuse
was that the top was very old, and that I’d bought it just after they went out of
fashion. Hmm… Anyway, it would have been a chance to tan my upper arms, except for
the fact that I don’t really tan. My skin type just doesn’t seem to allow it.
Two hours later, the backs of my legs were burning quite badly, and I changed into another
pair of Jeans. Unfortunately, I didn’t change my top, and I was back at the
‘Y’ in the evening before I looked in a mirror and realised just how bad I
looked. To add to the calamity, my ten-year-old walking boots, that had served me well,
fell apart for no apparent reason. |
| Still, I wasn’t the only one with difficulties that day. Back
at Baba Jesse’s for lunch, Alison had gone to the toilet. There was nothing unusual
about this, until she dropped the toilet roll into the twenty-foot pit latrine.
Embarrassed, she appeared out of the toilet and successfully attracted the attention of
Paul, who rescued her with a spare. |
| We arrived back at the ‘Y’ to find the pump had broken.
There was no more running water during our time there. The staff at the ‘Y’ kept
a big water barrel topped up for us, with water brought from the Tana River in their land
rover. |
| After dinner, Fiona, Carolyn and I spoke to a Muslim Pakomo, called
Abdullah. His dad was a Muslim, his mother a Christian. Apparently, his father had hoped
to convert his mother when they married. The man’s cousin had married an older
English lady, but on moving to England, he had divorced her and married an 18-year-old
student. It was hard not to wonder if the possibility of a ticket to England had been the
reason for him starting the conversation with Fiona and Carolyn. |
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