Hotel Embassy Nairobi

... welcoming and there seems to be a huge mixture of wealth. Roads are paved but chaotic. The journey to the hotel was scary and we were happy to make it in one piece. Armed security were on the entrance to the hotel (which also seemed to be the entrance to the casino, bar and shopping mall) as well as each floor – reassuring - we think!?

... to give it back to her after, but she told him he could keep it. <br><br> So once again, last night turned into a chat about how we are going to help out people here. We talked and talked and came up with the idea of sending Kilonzi an awesome care package every 2 months full of stuff he needs to keep LSO going. We decided we should get Margaret&#8217;s opinion on the matter. While talking to Margaret last night, she said the best thing we could do is to sponsor a child. This ...

... because we are white. This pesky "Alex" guy kept following us around, trying to play us for fools. He kept trying to tell us that we shop around with him, choose what we want, and then pay for it all at the end like it was some kind of grocery store. Riggghhhhtttttt. He managed to convince Denise for about half a second, but I was not buying the ******** he was trying to sell me. Just another scam to rip-off mzungus ...

Hello beautiful people!<br> <br> Well I've been having an eventful time here in Nairobi and I think its high time I filled anyone in whose interested!<br> <br>There has been some up and downs, mainly to do with my volunteer work, but now I'm over halfway everything has come good!<br> <br> I was first put in a small hospital outside one of the slums with a dietitan...but it was very frustrating work......here everyone has to pay for everything....medical bills, medicines, operations ...

... and - to our amazement - a big box of eggs. We also had a delightful and talented cook called Demitrius and a wonderfully patient and knowlegable guide, Sammy.<br><br> Our very first day began with some excitement; boots, bags and hats on, we were all ready to set off when a family of elephants decided to cross the track we were about to start down about 200ft infront of us.We waited for about half an hour until it was decided that it was safe to go. 5 minutes in ...

... us that they would not cross for some time. This was slightly disappointing but the overwhelming numbers we did see on the plains was well worth it.<br><br> While waiting for our next tour group to join us in the Masai Mara, we arranged with one of the Masai guards from our camp to have him take us to his village and show us around. Of course, it was not for free, but we bartered a cheap price with a few other people. The tall, slender Masai guards ...

Gifts poured into my house before I left for Kenya this year. Sponsors selected school supplies, rain gear, bibles, shoes, soccer balls, photo albums of their families and so much more to send to their children across the seas. Many may never meet the child who's life they are uplifting from hopelessness to hope... but the relationships that develop between child and sponsor is very real.<br><br>Our tires spun, kicking dust ...

... was made, chippatti and a green and potato curry-type soup, and after we ate there was apparently a surprise for me! They had gotten me a birthday cake and they all sang songs in addition to Happy Birthday. This was amazing because in their culture, birthday's are not typically celebrated. All they do for birthdays is bathe people in water because when you were born you were immediately washed off with water so you should be on your birthday as well. It was ...

... headed out for our first game drive that evening. Over the three drives we had in the Mara we saw lions (prides of them / couples of them 'courting' / ones of them eating wildebeest - the photos are ace!), elephants, giraffes, hippos, crocs, zebras, buffalo, CHEETAHS!! It's also suprising how non-plussed you get at seeing various antelopes, impala and wildebeest as they graze by your van. Oh yeah - and some wicked cool blue and ...

... to treat the upper respiratory tract infection they are also suffering from. Unfortunately, we had two little kids come in this week in just this situation, so we had to torture them for their own good. The first one, a little girl named Ruth who was about 8 years old, came in on Tuesday. Robinson started with the IV med and let her watch him stick the needle in, which was probably our first mistake. She freaked out (I don&#8217;t blame her!) and it all went downhill from ...