Homecarehomestays Nairobi

... and cooking for 26 people is way different than cooking for a much smaller group. We managed though. <br> While I was cooking dinner Den came out of the tent and accidentially left the rain cover open, meaning our sleeping bags and mattresses were covered in water. Not a great start. After dinner we went up to the campsite bar and had a drink, played some darts, and then Den and I called it a early night. Sleeping in the tent was not really that enjoyable ...

... not as awesome (we had to do a "connection"). They charged us muzungu fare... meaning 80 KSH each. Total BS. Not happy. Also, I get what I like to call "matatu sick", which is basically just car sick. I was getting major matatu sick on this second ride, and was very happy to get off at our Lenana stop. Maggie had dinner all ready when we got home, and was even starting to watch Titanic. So I ate a little meal (still full from lemon cake), and we watched most of ...

... to want to help out all the kids you see here, but there are just so many that we have just learnt to give them a smile and a wave and continue on. <br><br> For our first home visit we met with Monika, a woman from the group. We just sat and chatted with her and her kids for a while. She has 3 kids, 2 of which are HIV + as well. After about 45 minutes at Monika&#8217;s we started our long walk home. I had a nice long nap when we got back to Margaret&#8217;s, and then we ...

... kids are running about with no shoes and grubby clothes.....old woman struggle under massive sacks of god knows what in the heat.....but I tell you everyone has a smile on their face!.....as walk down the track everyday I get kids running up to me shouting "muzungu! muzungu!" (white person! white person!) and I give them all big high fives.........I love my walk to work....and I love my volunteering placement (finally!) as I get to speak to so many people and learn about stuff ...

... We returned to Nairobi for our final night and had a very special last day, attending a service at the church which my Mum and her family used to go to and where my grandpa played the organ (they gave us a very enthusiastic welcome!) and meeting for lunch with friends of my parents who they hadn't seen in 17 years and had lost contact but had, almost by chance, managed to find in the mush of people that is Nairobi. <br><br>My Mum has stayed on for a conference over ...

... along the edge of the rainforest on a small path, then across a fallen log into the unbelievably thick forest cover. From here, the path went from recognizable animal paths, to barely recognizable, to hacking our own path with a machete. We scrambled and climbed up a near vertical wall of thick strangling vines until our guide suddenly stopped and told us to drop our bags. A strong odour overtook us, and he nodded when we asked if it was the ...

... nice fella good to know a reliable taxi firm in Kenya, as already ive heard the dodgy stories of 'Nairorobbery' but hey you got to be on the ball further<br>the campsite is lovely thoguh of the road secure and 3km out of the main city!!<br>maybe see some of the sites tomorow, didnt bother today, well tried finding banks had no luck well i did but i fancy someone being there cos apparenklty they know the ...

... control mechanisms in terms of how their money was actually spent. Wont bore you with the details but it was actually quite interesting and a departure from the way aid was given to governments in the past. <br><br>Day 3 &#8211; Nairobi<br><br>Woke up leisurely this morning with the realization that this was the second last day of being able to sleep in late prior to joining the overland expedition on the 12th of July. Thoroughly enjoyed the buffet breakfast as ...

... growing up.&#8221; and hoped that was an acceptable answer. Jackie gave a similar spiel and just as I was relaxing, the microphone reappeared. &#8220;Do you know any songs? Can you sing for us?&#8221; My own mother has told me that I have a horrible singing voice, and singing publicly is something I simply refuse to do. My eyes widened in horror and the congregation roared with laughter. However, the terror on my face was enough for us to be excused. <br><br>After ...

I could sense something was different about this patient when she walked through the door. She had her 8 month old child with her, his labored breathing audible from across the room. She spoke with Andrew first, before even sitting down. Their conversation was in Swahili, but it was obvious by the tears in her eyes that she was having a rough day. When he turned to us and began to translate, my heart sank. She was not here to seek medical treatment for her ...