Finally At Garissa
November 28Jim and I managed to find our way back to the sewing machine shop in Nairobi on our own, but only after much confusion and getting lost for a while. We knew we were in the right area but just couldn't get our bearings for a bit.
We bought a sewing machine for Rukia's project, and I'm so excited to present her with this surprise when the time is right.
The shopkeeper was a lovely Indian man who shared photos of his family with us and even made a donation to our "Traveling Piggy Bank" after we took some photos with him and Piggy at the shop.
We barely made it to our bus connection on time. The driver we hired the previous day didn't show up and the new driver said he knew where the bus station was, but he didn't. Our driver called out onto the street for directions, and a nice man said to follow him as he ran along side the car and led us to the terminal.
Eastleigh, Nairobi, where we catch the bus to Garissa. Taken on the sly.
We were warmly greeted by the Bus Station owner, Hussan, a good friend of our hosts in Garissa. He also knew several other mutual friends, so that was nice.
The scene at the bus station was hard again. The locals in this very poor district trying to sell anything to you. Two women with their babies were begging at the bus window for money. A young boy, perhaps 14, asking if we were Americans and hailing Obama between his sniffs of glue he had in a bottle up his sleeve.
Garissa street scene
Downtown Garissa
The bus ride to Garissa was long and noisy. We arrived safely and have been at the local hotel since, trying to get rested. It's nice to have a clean, air-conditioned room with a working shower and a comfortable bed. Nothing close to what we had in Nairobi. We will move to our host's compound for community living tomorrow.
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