Safe and sound in Uganda.

Well I suppose I should update my adventures. I ended up traveling up here on Saturday since that worked out better for Jason and Linda. When I bought my tickets they had a seating chart of the bus. I made sure to get one near the front since that would probably give a better ride. As soon as we were leaving Dan pointed out that there were 2 types of buses and my seat number was on the rear bench of one bus. Grrrrrr. Saturday morning bright and early I was at the bus and asked the conductor which bus it was I was riding on. Turns out there should be 2 buses each morning but since they had sold so few tickets they were only sending one. I was sent in to get a new seat assignment. Yep you guessed it, rear. Upon being seated I found the lady seated next to me had been given a new number too. A few short seconds later a man who had traveled from Tanzania the day before and been bumped from the evening bus was after the seat next to me. People were called and it was decided that he should just sit the next row up. A few minutes later someone came for his seat. This time he was not budging. And mad too. In the end it they were overbooked by 3 people. The conductor and spare driver ended up on a thin cushion in the stair well for most of the trip. The three extra people sat on the bench behind the driver where those two sit and we were off. After 3 hours I decided I was shook enough and also would like a better view of the road. I switched out with our Tanzanian friend. Our driver was utterly fearless. Most of the trip was spent between 25-55mph, what with the speed bumps and bad roads and slow traffic. In the 4 hours I spent at the front of the bus we passed tons of slower vehicles but were only passed by 2. We did, however, manage to run 2 motorcycles and one car off the shoulder as we just stayed in their lane as we passed someone. We also passed 2 semis that were on their side. The road in parts looked like a Texas farm to market road with no center line and only enough tar for two trucks to pass, but only. Three or four times I was sure we would lose our mirror.

Tea trees

Most of the trip was rural countryside and only interesting to someone interested in corn. We did however, pass tea farms which are always idyllic.

The trip took longer than expected, which was to be expected. I got in late after the kiddos had been put to bed. I was worried that they would not cotton to me but about 6:30 I heard small voices outside my door. Within minutes I was on the couch under a pile of small Carpenters, each vying to be heard. Good times.  

Cell phones

This will probably be my last post from Kenya.  I have not really travelled far. From my window I can see air planes as they slip those surly bonds and improbably hurl themselves into an uncaring sky. On Friday if God wills, I will travel to Uganda to visit Jason, Linda and family. Yesterday was a red letter day for this blog. There was an all time high viewing of 19 post with 14 in one hour. The spike came around midday which suggests to me that a number of you maybe goofing off at work. Thanks for following along. Also a big HOWDY to my German follower, whomever you may be, nice to have you along too. OK on to the topic at hand.

Cell phones are awesome. You know that, I'm not telling you anything you don't know.  They allow us to communicate wherever we are in the majority of the populated world. Not only that, there are all those other things they do....email, internet, texting, playing music and taking pictures. It is small wonder then that Africans have adopted them with such enthusiasm.

The first cell I ever owned I bought 6 years ago when I last visited Kenya. Buying one on this trip was something I did as soon as I could. Cell phones are cheap. I bought one near the bottom of the price range for about twenty bucks. Phones here are all prepaid and have no contract. You have a choice of several providers and simply buy their SIM card. Once the card is installed buy as many minutes as your like. If you don't like your provider then buy a new SIM card. You would have to let everyone know your new number. I will just buy new SIM cards at each new country. There is really no government tracking of who has each number but they can tell which phone you are using so just buying a new card would not help if you are a criminal. There are also quiet a few, Made in China knock offs which are not as good as the real thing, again caveat emptor.

The phone I bought is small and easy to carry in my pocket. It seems to do a good job at being a phone. It is a few year old design but was made to have good basic features. Whoever designed it put a good bit of thought into what someone would want in a simple phone. It has more than this but this is what I use;

• LED flash light 
• calculator 
• alarm 
• metric-inches conversion app
• calendar 

The one thing I wish it had but doesn't is a camera, still, not bad for twenty bucks.

Because Africa is not so computer centric as America they use phones in slightly different ways. Most people here with a cell phone have less access to internet and probably do not have an email address. The infrastructure is still being built to surf like people do on iphones or android. A phone that takes pictures is for many Africans the first camera they have ever owned. Because air time isn't cheap they keep the pictures on their phones and just show them to people. People also probably text more.

One thing Africans do, that we don't, is use phones as a money transfer method. Most of Africa has no mail delivery at all. Instead people have PO boxes, if you can even get one. Along with not having mailing addresses goes not having checking accounts. People have debit cards to get money from the bank but from there on it is pretty much a cash society. Every neighbourhood has small shops that sell minutes. If you need you can, for a small fee, send someone money to their phone.  They have to be with the same company as you but SIM cards are cheap(less than a buck). My sister-in-law apparently had some money transferred to her phone by a wrong number. Again, for a small fee, you would then go to a local phone agent and get cash if you wanted to. Dan tells me that this has not caught on yet in every country.

Stoney

The number one rule of this blog is: I write about what I like.

Stoney Tangawizi is a ginger ale made by Coke-Cola. In the states I'd developed a minor addiction to Reed's yellow lid ginger ale. Whist this is not sweetened by honey it is what could be considered a robust ginger ale in very much the same vein. It has been a pleasurable find that we drink at almost every meal. Some of you may have had a Canada Dry, this is nothing like that. For my Dallas friends, Central Market and Whole Foods sell Reed's. Give it a try. This is fortunately just the same price as a regular coke and no where as costly as a Reed's. The one feature that Stoney has that might be unique is it's tendency to fizz up the back of your throat and set off a small coughing fit. Good times.

As a side note to all my crunchy nuts and berry friends. The small pile of bones in the background is from a free range chicken. A very tough and stringy chicken. There is a reason every table here keeps tooth picks on it.
Note; Dan tells me that the chicken was boiled before being grilled. I can't think that really helped

There ought to be a statute of limitations

The other day Dan asked if I knew Bill DeLaughter....he had met him at the embassy.

Well yes, yes I know Bill. Bill was the class below me. There were a few jobs available to students at RVA and we worked 2 of them together. I'm not sure why he did, I did it for the money. All told, Bill and I worked 4 of my 5 terms at RVA together. We also occasionally hung out together after work and my senior year he was my accountability partner for Bible study.  I don't keep up with people well. Since I graduated we have not kept in touch.  As this blog title may suggest, I hope I am not the same person I was 21 years ago.  Bill certainly has grown.


So, 21 years...lots can happen in 21 years. We met and decided to have breakfast. One of the first things Bill talked about in the car was how he had fallen off the deep end once he got back to the states. He fell pretty far. Some drugs, cults, passing bad checks and one loving sister short of homelessness. Seems far from where I stand but, that is not really a good measure. Fortunately we don't get to start with me. We start with God. From God to me is eternity, beyond me to Bill, a distance too small to be measurable. They do still have some debt (you knew I would ask) and are using Dave Ramsey's budgeting tools to work through it. They hope to be done with the consumer debt in months.

After breakfast I tagged along with Bill as he went to work. They had some work permit issues in Tanzania where they have been working so this year Bill is filling in for the missionary who started this work in Kenya. They actually have  work permits now but are waiting for them to get put into their passports.....it's an Africa thing. Bill's duties filling in are part time in the office. The rest of his time is spent on discipleship. 

There seems to be a growing feeling in Africa that this generation needs to hand over work as much as possible to the local church. Two generations ago Africans

Bill, Richard, Daniel

did not have much in the way of resources or education. When Zambia obtained it's independence there was only 1 Zambian with a university degree. Western missionaries built institutions like hospitals and schools to be able to meet both the spiritual as well as physical needs of the people around them. As a practical matter it would be nearly impossible to ask those initial builders to give up what they had poured so much of their life into. Our generation has much less ownership in those institutions and the Africa we see today has matured. Bill expressed a view that instead of pouring in endless western resources, that can lead to a culture of dependence, we need to be stewards of what is here and trust God for the work. Still it is hard to delegate. It was interesting to watch Bill walk that fine line of caring but also being willing for others to possibly mess up. One might wonder what a missionary does. For the day I was there it included things as simple as how to format a printout and what web tools could be employed to network people better. The guys in the office were in charge of getting printed materials to disciple makers. Tracking who was doing what and making sure people didn't become discouraged and fall by the wayside. 


Dan had something to do in town but was invited over for supper after we left work. Bill's wife Leah home schools their school age daughters, Katrina(9) and Heather(6). Next year's books had come in to the office so we took those home with us. I think you're doing something right with home schooling when your children open their books like it's Christmas.  The girls were big Lincoln fans and somehow a discussion got started about "facts" about Lincoln. I think the last was the "fact" that his hat was named Fred.... peals of laughter with each new "fact".  And yes, even though at first he was not sure what to make of me, by the end of the night I'd won over Jonathan(2).(I'll take my small victories where I can)

Everybody believes in retail

Note: Blogger is not letting me move pictures how I want. This would have been out sooner but I messed with the look for an inordinate amount of time

In what I described as the working class neighbourhoods there are lots of little shops. I don't think they have zoning. Shops seem to spring up more as a result of natural flow of people. The buildings get built at times with no seeming relationship to each other. Where there is a street or passageway there may be shops, or not. It would be easy to assume that the streets were planed but sometimes it's hard to tell. 

Dan does not cook and has nothing to cook with so we eat out at small restaurants. Even quite late all manner of shops are open. Most of them are just small rooms with a window as part of the door opening. They fall into a few main categories:

they are about 10'x12'

• vegetable stands
• butcheries 
• hair places
• internet cafes
• dry goods retail stores
• restaurants and bars
• furniture
• clothing and shoes(much of it used from the US and Europe)
• schools...there are tons of small private schools

We even came across one book store that also did dry cleaning.(caveat emptor) Most of his books were school text books and about 1/4 of the others were books I knew the author or had heard of the movie.

2 charcoal stoves

While there are lots of small shops they have very shallow inventory. When you go into a restaurant you have to ask what food they have. They may have a menu but that means nothing. Eat what they have, it will probably be good.  I have not eaten anything bad yet, although the beef is gristly. The restaurant will almost apologetically tell you that all they have is African food but it is good anyway. My diet has gotten a bit heavier in the beans department-with predictable results. We also always have a soda with our meal since we don't trust the water. Any benefit I might have from lower calorie food is lost right there. Most of the small shops still cook on a charcoal stove although there is a mix of gas and electric too.

there's a road in there somewhere

Along the major roads there are stalls in the area between where the side walk would be and the buildings. The stall roofs are made of whatever is cheap and unlikely to be stolen. Even with this density of retail selling there are still vendors hawking their wares by walking about. A favourite seems to be selling pantihose. I have no idea why, my guess is that they are soft and light.

Many of the shops don't have running water and buy water from guys with push carts for 25 cents for 5 gallons. These guys also sell to people who have not paid their water bill or have a broken pipe the city has not fixed.

The neighbourhood

Like any city, Nairobi has different neighbourhoods with differing income levels in each. The area where Jason stayed when he was with Samaritan's Purse is very upper class. Each house has a wall with a security guard at the gate and a large yard. The houses are very nice.

View from Dan's window

Where Dan is staying is what I would consider middle class condos. The complex is divided into several neighbourhoods with a guarded main gate. There are also guarded gates at the entrance to  each neighbourhood.  Most of this area has paved main roads and dirt, I hesitate to call them roads...places a car can pass provided it does so slowly and with a maximum of bumping about. Dan's condo has paved roads and a few people even have cars.

Surrounding neighbourhoods have a mix of security levels. Some are 5-8 story buildings which have a secured main entrance. Others are 2 story duplexes with a small gated yard that have just enough room for 2 cars to park.  Poorer areas have a door leading to a side walk with rooms on each side. I suspect each room is just big enough for a bedroom but I have just caught glimpses of these down open outside doors. The poorest of the poor live in what we would think of as sheet metal slums type houses. It is easy to pull the sheet metal back and steal from them. They may rent for as little as $20 a month. Where the upper class area is in a different part of town these differences in housing are next to each other and are often just separated by a fence. In places you can see where sheet metal walls are being replaced by stone as people have money.

Dan is new to this area, so over the last few days we have gone out exploring and searching for local places to eat. This whole area is very densely populated and most people take buses (more on those later).  When they are not riding about, people walk. There are no side walks for the most part so the sides of the road not covered by stalls (again more on that later too) are bare dirt. Beside the road are almost always ditches. Often any trash gets thrown either into the ditch or next to the road. There are a surprising number of chickens scratching in this trash. The surprise being that they are not stolen outright. Every so often someone sets the more combustible of this trash on fire. While this is a convenient way to deal with the problem it has the result that lots of soot gets into the water supply and the streams run black. In fairness there are probably also other things in the water contributing to it's constitution.


This area of Kenya has a volcanic rock that is fairly easy to quarry. Most things are built with it. Most of the buildings in this area are either 2 story town homes or 5-8 story apartments and condos.

note rebar left for future building on chemist

The basic way to build is have 4 pieces of re-bar in columns and a slab floor. Rock fills in the area between columns. All of the interior walls are also rock. Two story houses use just rock since it is strong enough to be a structural building material. This construction style has the benefit of giving termites a headache. It does make for echoie houses if you have no furnishings like Dan.

The concrete generally gets covered with painted plaster, sometimes the rock does too. The inside walls also get plaster and paint. Be sure you have the picture where you want it because hanging it will require a drill and anchor.  Most of the roofs have tile although this development has green metal tiles.

most look better

There is another harder rock that fractures like flint and doesn't have smooth sides. It comes in shades of green, yellow and pink and most of the time gets put up looking pretty rough although when they take their time it can be cut smooth and looks better than the volcanic rock which is grey like concrete.

All of the scrap rock gets put out into the dirt road or just left laying about. It makes for some gritty sand that tracks everywhere and wears through the surface of ceramic tile in the entrance of stores.