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Back In Nairobi
December 11We had a pretty uneventful bus ride back to Nairobi yesterday. Rukia and her husband were up early to see that we made our bus connection at the hotel, which was very kind.The bus stops at various little villages along the way. The locals all run frantically up to the windows trying to sell their wares. The frantic looks speak of their desperation and break our hearts.
At one stop the bus driver takes on two live hens that thankfully ride up front beside him. We could see the dark clouds, feel the cooler air and smell the rain before it came. It hasn't rained here in almost a month, and this is the rainy season. It didn't last long. We pass the Acacia trees, the red soil, camel herds at watering holes, donkey carts, and so many people struggling to make it through their day. The African children always tug at our hearts the most. The bus is noisy while the radio blares so loudly in foreign sounds to our ears. The Somalis talk in the harsh, constant rhythm of their language. We smell the diesel from the large trucks and buses we share the road with as we move closer to our destination. We did manage to tip the bus driver enough to get him to stop at the coffee fields for some photos. Jim was even allowed to climb on top of the bus to get some great shots. The contrast of so much need and heartache amongst the beauty of the landscape is astounding. NEXT TOP of Back In Nairobi
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