The following words I write moving about 50mph in a coach bus, through the planes of southern Kenya, swerving around tankers and playing chicken with oncoming 18 wheelers, Iâ€™ve never seen a bus driver maneuver such a large vehicle as he would a motorcycle, with the amount of mud splashing everywhere from the puddles formed in the slippery wet, sometimes paved road, you would think we were on a mountain bike. Off-roading happens every few minutes and my stomach has gotten used to it as well. And for this reason, I am sure, is why thereâ€™s a large sign reading â€œGlory to Godâ€ on the front of this bus, for if it were not for divine intervention, things would probably look a lot different.
I chose a seat a bit further back, when I should have taken the front. It was available when I reserved but I didnâ€™t want to be that guy. Iâ€™m looking at todayâ€™s â€œthat guyâ€ and heâ€™s stretching his legs out enjoying a beautiful view, as iâ€™m holding myself back from kicking the set in front of me if this guy reclines one more time.
I’ve been in Kenya for seven days, and Iâ€™m leaving the country for a few days to visit IMUMA, an orphanage / youth center in Bagamoyo, TZ. And because the flight from Nairobi to Dar es Salaam is about half the cost of my JFK to Nairobi ticket, it makes more sense to go by land. The difference in time: Air: 1 hour. Road: 14 hours
Coming back to East Africa, has been a bit different this time, as it usually is. I no longer feel the excitement of being a stranger in a new place, but rather I feel relaxed and at home. Of course I have a zillion things on my itinerary, sometimes I wonder if Iâ€™d be more useful doing 1 thing for the entire month, as opposed to multitasking that I do.Â
I really need to use the bathroom and this bus is not making any stops.
To reference Maboyz (whom I wrote about in many previous entries) have come a long way since our first meeting, as we watched Lord of the Rings in early 2006 and had an inkling that maybe more was being called from these guys than what society had created for them to be.
Seeing them now, I no longer worry about them, which is a far cry from the words of an old friend who told me not to hope too much. It wasnâ€™t an easy road. There are a few who have passed on due to gang violence and police brutality.
Its hard to on writing when there are such beautiful vistas outside my window. Weâ€™re approaching sunset, in 10 minutes weâ€™ll have been on this trip for 12 hours. Imagine only 2 bathroom breaks, yet they keep giving us drinks.
Every stop finds us surrounded by street vendors, selling cashews, oranges, soda, water, biscuits, and candy. And my favorite, they get your attention by making kissing noises: “mwa mwa mwa mwa mwa!”
However there aren’t many bananas around here but as soon as I found one, I bought it.
Apparently, I wasnâ€™t the only one on the bus both fearing for his life and with an achey bladder. At one point during the ride, one of the rubber apparatuses attached to the window next to me fell off, causing the window in front to basically flex and bend in the wind, it was sure to be ripped out, leaving no window (its plastic after all) however, before I could notify, the driverâ€™s assistant was climbing over me and holding the window in place (basically sticking his hand out and pressing the window in front against my window. I really was hoping that there were no approaching oncoming cars cuz that would have been a blood bath.
Eventually, we got the thing fixed with some masking tape and rope.Â
Or maybe wire?
I’m not sure what returning to Tanzania will bring to me. Last time I was here, I was under house arrest by the immigration police who stole our passports. Hopefully things have changed since 1999.