Nothing says happy new year like dancing and beating on watering cans...

How does one celebrate new years in the bush of Uganda?  Well here’s how my day played out...

• Hand washing clothes.
• Trip to the market
• Sweaty bike ride back home
• Impali ants invading our house again! (see post the Ants go marching... for more on what this is like)
• Cow crisis at RMS.
• Mango daiquiris and fajitas!!
• A round of Apples to Apples  with great quotes like “I wasted ‘being in love’ on you” -Josh to Pamela... she didn’t pick his card
• A round of Cranium with more great quotes like, “I don’t know if I’m good at it, but I’ll do almost anything”- Jess
• Finally getting enough internet to download some of the top 40 songs from America... thank you Pamela!
• Going out on our front porch with our little battery radio listening to the voice of Bundibugyo (one of 2 stations we get on the FM dial) for the count down.  
• Listening to the countdown in Lubwisi and shouting too early.  
• Beating on our milk pail that caused the bats in our rafters to swoop down on our heads.  Pamela and I to screamed and Jess and Pamela ran inside.
• Walking down the road because we thought we heard fireworks and coming upon our neighbors dancing around a tire with burning plastic inside whilst beating on jerry cans and watering cans with sticks.  Needless to say we joined in the fun which brought joy to those around us despite our obvious lack of ability.
• We continued down the dark dirt road, the neighbors following us with the flaming tire now on a stick. Still beating on jerry cans
• Coming back home still hearing the beating.
• Closing my shutters... still beating on jerry cans... putting in ear plugs... still beating...

HAPPY NEW YEAR BUNDIBUGYO!

Webale Bhili Bikulu!

The cattle were lowing as I walked into the RMS school yard Friday afternoon for the RMS Christmas program.  Just one of our team Christmas festivities.  After that we headed out to our neighbors and sang Christmas carols.  We walked dusty footed down the road.  Even though the sun was starting to set I was still sweating.  I can't image what Mary must have felt traveling all day in the heat on a donkey.  It was probably the dry season in Israel too! I do love Christmas in Bundibugyo!  Here are just a few reasons why...

RMS Christmas parties and decorating cookies... not to mention really cute students :)

RMS Christmas performance with refreshements!

Susanna

Caroling to our neighbors

Christmas eve with my awesome, super fun team

Great Christmas dresses

... and great suits

Christmas story drama

My Bundibugyo family!

Christmas morning baptisms

Webale Bhili Bikulu!

A little Bundibugyo Miracle

Jesse was hiding in the bushes.  Her breathing was labored, she kept hacking up stuff and gave a pitiful low growl when I tried to pet her.  Earlier in the day Jesse had killed another cobra in her usual strike and shake to death method, but this time she had not managed to avoid the fangs and venom. Jessica (one of our team doctors, now with some veterinary experience)  was sure that Jesse wasn’t going to make it.  She did look bad.  The tears started to flow and I choked back a few sobs as I thought about life with out this pup.  No Jesse jumping up on the window in the morning, with her whole body wagging.  No more excited Jesse kisses as I sat on the back porch to check my email.  No more of her cute little howls, where she would throw her head back in attempts to get a little love and attention.  I love this dog.  I thought to myself... this was a goodbye I was not expecting and one I felt like I could not deal with.  

It was a long night. I tossed and turned, went through a lot of my America stash of tissues, and offered up many prayers in my semi-wakeful state.  I got up at 6 am with puffy, red, tired eyes and went out to the porch to face what I thought I couldn’t handle.  And there they were snuggled together, Jesse and our other dog Chloe.  Chloe got up to greet me and Jesse slightly raised her head and gave a little tail quiver.  To which I almost started crying again.  My heart was definitely singing with thankfulness to God.  Jesse still couldn’t get up, but she was alive!  Jessica administered a round of IV fluids.  Jesse spent the day in a basin in our kitchen.  By the end of the day she was able to lick a little water from my hand.  With the advice of some vet friends Jessica gave steroids and antibiotics.  I happily sat in as veterinary assistant and held Jesse’s head with my oven-mitted hand.  (This is a dog that freaks out when I have to put totally painless flee treatment on her back.)  Fortunately, she was too weak to do much more than wriggle around and growl.  By the next morning she was able to stand up and walk to the back yard.  She could even drink. Yesterday she ran to the gate to greet me.  My girl was back!  

Some people might think it a little crazy to pray for a dogs.  But I know that God healed her. Jesus himself said that not even a sparrow falls without the Father noticing.  The point of saying this may not have been to show that God cares about animals, but I believe that he does, he created them after all.  And the bigger message is that He cares for us, A LOT.  Whether or not Jesse had made it this would have been true, either with God holding my heart or by filling it with joy and thankfulness.  One thing I know... Jesse is just another way that God shows his love for me.  And it is pretty amazing how much He cares!

Over the river and up a hill

 I went to visit my friend Asiimwe yesterday who just had a baby... or “produced” as they say here.  The day was hot and beads of sweat quickly accumulated on my forehead as I headed down the dusty road, the ever present chorus of “Mujungu... Mujungu!” following me as I went.  In the US I would come bearing some casserole or crock pot of soup.  Today I stopped in the market to get a bag of beans, some rice and sugar to add to my gift of baby blankets.  As I neared the market I saw a man with 3 children under the age of 5 pushing a broken down truck... wished I had my camera with me.  My shopping done, I headed down a side road to Asiimwe’s house.  Greeting people as I went, all very curious as to where I was going, and so excited that I was walking on the road.   

I began to descend a steep hill cut by deep ruts from the rivers of water that race down it from day to day with all the rain we have been having.  When I arrived at the river at the bottom, I saw that the stones that I had hopped across in the past were under water.  An old man who had just crossed was putting socks and shoes on wet feet and another old women with a basin on her head slipped off her flip fops and expertly navigated her way over the stones.  So I followed suit, with flip flops and my bag in one hand, skirt held up in the other.  I eased my feet in the cool water and started across.  I managed to make it to the other side avoiding major catastrophe, slipped my shoes on and squeaked and slipped my way up the hill on the other side of the river.  It must have been cocoa harvesting day as I passed person after person balancing basins piled high with the slimy, milky, white beans on their heads.  And I was impressed yet again by 5 year olds heavy laden with jerry cans of water strapped to their backs who were passing me as we climbed.... and climbed.  I hadn’t remembered that this hill was so big.  My forehead wasn’t the only place that the sweat was dripping now.  

I stopped at a compound with some familiar kids who were greeting me, thinking Asiimwe’s must be the place just across the road.  It was not; and they communicated that I should keep going and informed me, “she is there”, so I continued to climb.  Some kids must have rushed on ahead because Asiimwe was waiting in the door way of her little mud house as I arrived, telling me I was welcome.  I removed my shoes and she took my things and we sat in her tidy little front room.  Asiimwe scooped up Oliver (a girls name... pronounced Oliva) who had been sleeping on the couch.  She placed the peaceful little bundle in my arms.  Oliver was so perfect with long little fingers and tiny finger nails, soft black fuzzy hair, and smooth milk chocolaty skin.  I couldn’t help but think of Psalm 119 and how this little girl was so wonderfully made.  I had to share it with Asiimwe.  We chatted and 2 or Asiimwe’s daughters popped their heads in to greet me and I shared about what I remember from way back when my little brother came home from the hospital.  Asiimwe didn’t even go to the hospital to have her baby.  But the women here are strong... I mean Asiimwe came to work less than 2 weeks after having her baby, looked awesome, probably even helped harvest cocoa earlier in the day.  So we sat and chatted, I dabbed my face, still sweating and sat some more until I figured I had better get going down that massive hill to be back in time to fix some dinner.

As I walked down hill this time and could truly appreciate the beauty of this place with the lack of sweat dripping in my eye and the sun beginning to sink in the sky,  I could just drink in the beauty of the green banana trees, towering mountains, warm smiling faces, some of which I had already passed returning with their empty cocoa basin to get another load. Isaac and Slivia, Asiimwe’s 2 other children greeted me as they were walking home.  I couldn’t stop smiling at how wonderful it had been to be out greeting friends and sharing life.  I sure hope I get a lot more of these afternoons in the months to come!

Thankfulness in my heart

I have five months left in Uganda.  Sometimes I feel the anxiety creeping in as I think about life changes, saying a multitude of goodbyes to people and a place that I love so much, reentering life in America, all that has to happen before I head to Kenya, the list goes on.  As a team we have been studying Colossians.  In Chapter 3 there is a verse that says “Let the peace of Christ rule in your heart and be thankful.”  I am not so good at letting the peace of Christ run my life.

A friend of mine came over to pray a week or so ago.  She is a single parent who really needs a job.  She has a lot on her mind... a lot she could be anxious about.  She said that a friend had told her she needed to read her Bible and she came upon Philippians 4.  Guess what that says?  Don’t get anxious about anything... but talk to God about it and be thankful and the peace of Christ will guard your heart.  I like that picture of peace being a guard.  It is not like hard things are going to stop coming at me.  I still have to deal with all that stuff.  But as the arrows come the peace of Christ keeps my heart safe.    

So what keeps me safe?  How can I let the peace of Christ rule in my heart?  By being thankful, by remembering God’s faithfulness to me and what he has already done. These are just a few of the things I have to be thankful for.

One of my biggest fears coming into this was being lonely, God has been so faithful to provide roommates.  So far I have had 8 different roommates and only about 2 weeks of being alone.

My entire family... Mom, Dad Randy, Rachel came all the way to Uganda to see me this year!  

I have an awesome team here in Bundibugyo that is like a family.

God has blessed me with great Ugandan friends.

I get to live in an incredibly beautiful place with lush green everywhere, towering mountains, and it is WARM almost every day. The sun makes me so happy :)

God has directed my path and showed me where to take the next step as I make plans to teach at RVA.

God in all his glory and in perfect happiness left heaven because I could not come to him.  And he came down to be with me.  

I have a lot to be thankful for and God’s faithfulness to me is never ceasing!  And this is PEACE!

chasing chimps through the jungle

Not an ordinary Thanksgiving day activity, but an awesome one for sure.  To read more about the adventure check out Pamela's blog here's a sneak peak...

The Ants go marching 5000 by 5000

This morning as I as putting in my contacts the first thing I noticed upon clearer vision, was hundreds of ant  pouring in our window.  As I inspected them a little closer I noticed that they were impali, the blood drawing safari ants that move in rivers.  As proof that I have become somewhat used to all the unwanted critters I just thought to my self, “gross!”  Then went to get the Doom, our preferred hands off bug killer, and fumigated the area.  And our tooth brushes were just below the puffs of chemicals.  Oh well I thought... not something I wanted to deal with on Sunday morning.  

About 10 minutes later Pamela got up and noticed that there were ants coming in her window too.  So I figured that I better go outside and check on the situation.  I tucked my pajama pants into my gum boots and and headed around the house.  I should have know it was going to be bad when the dogs didn’t even follow me on my investigation.  When turned the corner, to my horror, there were at least 10 little rivers of ants moving up the side of the house into the bathroom window and above towards the roof, carrying little eggs... INTO OUR HOUSE!  My only weapon at the time was my can of doom which I began to spray furiously at the lines of ant.  Also further dousing our tooth brushes with doom.  This method was clearly not going to be effective for the masses of ants trying to enter our house.  And now I was mad.  

I came inside and mixed up some kerosene and water in a bucket.  Since all things living hate kerosene.  I was attempting to make a barrier around our house to deter the little menaces from further intrusion.  I plodded back to declare war.  As I started to douce them I realized that not only were they moving up the house by bathroom window but they were going into a crack in the wall by Pamela’s room.  They were now scattering all over the yard congregating in little masses to attack and devour other unsuspecting bugs... gross!  Jess and Pamela noticed that they were coming in the office window too.  I then saw the inch wide, half-inch deep river or ants running along the side of the house between the windows.  I quickly finished my bucket and went to mix up some more kerosene death.  I made a perimeter and kind of went crazy throwing it around... definitely not an activity I ever thought I would be doing... pouring kerosene on my house.  But it was working and the ants were starting to retreat.  I had to go out and do this another time before church and another after.  But our back yard is now a grave yard for 1000s of impali as well as Pamela’s room and the bathroom.  Pamela pointed out that this would be the perfect time to have a shop vac... only in our dreams.  And we probably should have worn masks to go back there due to the strong fumes.    But we held the troops off for a least another day!  Hoping Monday morning doesn’t hold the same fate :)

What God Joined together

Usta was one of my first Ugandan friends.  She has taught me most of the Lubwisi that I know.  She welcomed me into her home for my first overnight experience.  She was a prayer partner.  I remember  praying with her that God would provide a godly husband for her.

I was very sad about a year ago when she moved to Bundibugyo town 30 minutes away to get a better paid teaching job to help put her brothers through school.  But this was all part of God's plan for her.  Because she met Robert.  And about a week ago they got hitched!  It was such a fun wedding!

Groomsmen, grooms family and pastor entering!

Bridal procession.  Usta is in the green.

A happy, clapping, grandmother who probably wishes that she could be dancing with everyone else.

Usta and Robert

Cute kids sitting next to us.

dress change

Pamela and I with Usta

Please pray for Usta and Robert as they start a new life together.  Pray that Christ is the rock and foundation of their relationship.  Pray that as God blesses them that they will be a blessing to others.

A+

A great blood type for a teacher, I think.  Yesterday I gave blood for the first time ever.  Sad I know... in college I did tried to donate blood.  I confess my motive was some free t-shirt or subway sandwich.  But I was rejected because I had lived in Niger for several years as a kid.  Rejected for life!  While I was disappointed that I could not get the free sandwich, in some way I was a little relieved.  I have never really liked needles.

In Africa the standards are a little less stringent for blood donation.  I also must confess that I probably would not have been motivated to give blood in Africa either if not for the encouragement of my team mate Jessica.  (Jessica had just given blood to one of her patients, who was in desperate need of blood after her c-section.)  I guess it was a good idea, but as I have said I don’t do well with needles, and a total wimp when it comes to even minor pain.  I had a flash backs to a year ago when I had to get a mere vile of blood drawn for some tests.  The nurse who was a student, information I would have preferred not to know, kept plunging the needle into my arm in search for a blood vessel.  She finally hit one which failed to produce enough blood.  When she left the room I started to feel light headed at the thought of a repeat artery diving experience.  Another nurse walked by and suddenly exclaimed, “You are going to faint!”  She quickly instructed me to put my head down and led me to the bench where I could lie down for the other arm.  My right arm was more cooperative in blood giving and I managed to get out of there with out passing out.   

I put all this behind me and reminded myself it was all in my head.  The nurse at Kijabe Hospital expertly drew a quick vile and I passed with a hemoglobin of 13.5.  The nurse had pricked me in my right arm for this initial test, so I decided to use my left arm for the donation.  At this point I wish I had been thinking a little more about my near fainting experience and how the right arm worked so much better, but I had pushed that memory far from my mind.  I sat in the chair with my feet up, pumping my hand like crazy as the nurse looked down at my arm with a wrinkled brow and stated that I had very small veins. I began to worry a bit and give myself another pep talk.  She released the truncate and called someone else.  The other guy managed to get the massive needle in my tiny vein and the blood letting began.  It was so slow going, so slow that some needle gouging was done to try to get the process going.  Eventually they gave up as the blood in the bag started to clot.  And I hadn’t even produced1/2 a pint.  The nurse asked me if I wanted to try in the other arm.  I thought to myself, “Are you crazy?”  but some how my mouth must have agreed and Jess was there to second this and remind me this could save someone’s life. 

Praise the Lord he hit the vein on the first stick and we were in business.  And I did it!  I gave up a whole pint of my blood.  It is pretty amazing that my blood can actually be put into someone else’s veins and be used to carry their oxygen and nutrients through their body.  One last confession.  When I stood up I could feel that tingly feeling returning and I had to sit back down and have my bitter lemon soda be brought to me.  But hey, I got something for free, sustained only minor bruising the next day, and I had the hope that my A+ blood might do someone some good. 

"Smile Loud"

In Uganda the dental care options are limited and honestly kind of scary.  It has been a year since my last cleaning and that was when I was in the US.  The Kijabe Hospital in Kenya has a dental clinic, and last week Jessica and I both too advantage of this service.  I usually like going to the dentist... love that smooth, clean teeth feeling.  Jessica had a very thorough cleaning done by a hygienist named Millicent. In fact Jessica had to take Ibuprofen because the pain in her gums was so intense. Millicent... sounds a bit like that character in Sleeping Beauty... What was her name?  Naturally I was a little less enthusiastic about this visit, especially since I had a years worth of plaque to chisel off.  When I arrived in the clinic things were pretty western looking.  There was a waiting room where we all sat on cement benches.  Music was playing in the background.  Christian music, because this is a mission operation.  Point of Grace, I think... something from when I was in middle school.  The reading material was also a little outdated. It appeared that the only choices were National Geographic from before I was born.

I eventually was called back and ushered into a little room to wait for the hygienist.  Again, pretty normal, a dentist chair (only a few cracks in the vinyl), and appropriate looking tools.  No artwork or dental licenses on the wall or garfield posters on the ceiling.  I sat in the chair, which was kind of awkward because it was still reclined. I tried sitting side saddle, but this was weird too with the arm rests.  I turned around spying into the other rooms to see how other people were sitting.  In one room the chair was up.  Well that was unhelpful, since I wasn’t about to push buttons or levers on this thing.  This other guy was straddling the chair, sitting kind of hunch backed while he read his National Geographic.  So, I attempted to do the same while reading my book.  

The hygienist did finally arrive.  I quickly asked what her name was.... Hannah... phew!  The first thing she did was take x-rays.  She pulled x-ray machine down and made a ton of adjustments moving it all around my head, inserted that cardboard film thing, and told me to, “smile.”  I thought this was funny for multiple reasons.  The first most obviously being that this was an x-ray which would going right through my soft tissue.  The second was because I remembered Jessica telling me that Millicent had asked her to, “Smile loud” before she took her x-ray.  I was smiling at this point, even suppressing laughter which, by the way, makes those cardboard things even more uncomfortable.

After this Hannah laid a crispy sun dried hand towel over my chest and started to work on the plaque removal.  Thankfully she was gentle on the gums, but her method was definitely hands on.  At one point the palm of her hand was resting in my eye socket and my hair was a mess by the end.  After the cleaning came the polishing.  Little bits of the gritty polish started flying in the air and I closed my eyes.  At this point I was getting a good bit of saliva build up, and I really wanted her to use that suction thingy.  When she did I could see why she had waited so long.  It was just an open tube with A LOT of suction that kept getting stuck to my my cheek and tongue.  She also started using that little water sprayer.  It too had a lot of power and my face became covered with heavy mist.  I closed my eyes again and tried to keep from laughing as parts of my mouth kept getting sucked up and Hannah apologized for the water and dabbed my face with the crispy towel.  

One last thing to do... the flossing and of corse the final examination from the dentist. He came in, greeted me and began holding my x-rays up to a rather dim light bulb... good thing I smiled.  I am happy to report that, despite my lapse in cleanings, I have no cavities and healthy gums.  And Hannah had done great... no pain.  And the whole thing cost only $16! 

Longonot Adventures

 

From my porch at RVA I look out at the the Great Rift Valley.  On a clear day I can see Mt. Longonot, a dormant volcano, in the distance. I see Mt. Maurgret, a random blip on the flat valley floor that some believe to be a mass of earth that was displaced by one of Longonot’s violent explosions.   I am told that about once a term a group of high school students from RVA leave campus on foot (at 4 am), descending to the valley and walk to the base of Longonot.  Then they make a trek to Longonot’s highest peak (about 9,000 ft.). From the base up and around the rim of the massive crater it is an 11km journey. Sometimes they camp out and then they walk home. Last weekend I had a Longonot adventure of my own.

You can be sure that I did NOT leave at 4 am.  Jessica, our new roommate Susan, and I took a taxi to the base of the mountain.  Our driver also doubled as our tour guide, instructing us on what to pack, offering to hike with us and telling us about a local muchomo joint where we could get roasted meat after our hike.  The day was absolutely perfect for hiking the sun kept appearing from behind the clouds to keep us warm enough at the high altitude.  It also occasionally went behind the clouds which was nice since we were soon gasping for air and hot as we made the steep ascent to the rim.  As for the climb I will let the picture testify that it was incredible! 

As we came off the mountain we kept saying how perfect a day it was and wouldn’t it just be amazing if we saw some giraffes in the valley or something.  About that time Susan pointed out a herd of animals grazing. I thought they were cows or, the very prevalent in Kenya, donkeys.  Above the herd on the hillside I could see something that looked like it was eating leaves on a tree.  Could that be a giraffe?  I decided to use my camera with the super cool zoom and get a little closer.  It was moving so much in the view finder that I still couldn’t tell so I snapped a picture and sure enough, it was a giraffe!  And on further inspection I saw about 3 giraffes.  And those “donkeys” were some kind of antelope with curvy horns.

Arriving at the base Philip was very glad to see us.  We had taken longer than he expected.  We were covered in dust and dried sweat and as Philip predicted, very hungry!  I couldn’t wait to get some of that chewy goat meat. Philip had us take off our shoes and beat out clouds of dust.  I also noticed he had covered the floor of his car with news papers. We were pretty gross.

 Philip drove us to the nearest town and pulled up to a little strip of dukas that were alternating butcher shops and restaurants.  The one we went to I think was called the “U and I Restaurant” right next to the “U and I Butchery.”  We walked in and Philip inspected the ribs and other hunks of meat on the grill being basted with salt water.  He didn’t like anything so he asked the guy to put something else on.  We proceeded into the little eating area and sat at a table next to some lacy curtains that are pretty standard decor.  In the corner was a TV playing Nigerian music videos with women and men in cowboy hats doing some kind of dance moves involving hip action that I am pretty sure would cause me to dislocate something.  Upon my reflection of my inabilities, Philip assured me that with lessons I too could posses these skills... I am skeptical.  Especially since most African children under the age of 3 have more rhythm than I can ever hope to have.  I was happy when after this song the latest hit came on... something in the lyrics about “sawa sawa”.  I really like the song but itunes isn’t up on the kenya top 40.... or top 2.  Philip said he would get me the CD.  Our kilo of meat finally arrived on a cutting board with some little piles of salt for dipping.  The “chef” or meat roaster person cut it up into piece small enough that if you couldn’t manage to chew, you could just swallow it whole.  And Susan and I set in on devouring it.  I think Philip was surprised at our ability to put the meat away.  He even order some ugali (something kind of in between corn bread and oatmeal) to supplement. It was great!  I really love going to local places. It was a great finale to our Longonot Adventure.

A great day at Wasini Bay... (a vacation reflection)

I have been waiting my whole life to go snorkeling! As I think back, I can’t believe I have waited this long, because I love the beach and water. Three weeks ago I was on vacation, we were at the Indian Ocean in Kenya and my time had finally come.

The Masso family, Bethany, and Caleb from the Sudan team and Jessica and I started out pretty early in the morning. We all piled into the Masso’s little white pick-up truck two people lying on cushions in the bed. I hadn’t even had time to eat breakfast, so I munched some peanuts I had brought with me as we headed down the road. About 30 minutes in we were stopped at a police check point. Gaby and Caleb tried to hide under the cushions, but the legs hanging out somehow gave them away... the police man actually laughed. And was pretty quick to send us on our way. We arrived at the dock and were escorted out to the boat that we would be taking. Right away they gave us tea, fruit and mandazi (kenyan doughnuts) Which I also gobbled down (in retrospect this was NOT a wise choice). The crew were quick to tell us to put lots of sunscreen on our Muzungu skin and also passed out pills for seasickness. At this point I only had one memory of being seasick, which was when I took a ferry to Ireland in an all out storm and even then I didn’t actually throw up. It was a sunny day and I didn’t want to be drowsy, so I turned them down... another bad choice.

It was so beautiful as we set out across the blue water to make our way around the island to the marine reserve. But despite the sun the water was choppy and we were doing a lot of up and down motion. I started to wish hadn’t eaten all those peanuts... and mandazi... and fruit. I fixed my eyes on the horizon, even moved to the back of the boat but it just wasn’t helping. I did eventually loose all those morning snacks and I will not be eating peanuts in the near future, but the good news was I felt a lot better and we soon reached the place where we were going to do our first snorkeling stop. I donned my flippers, mask and snorkel and quickly jumped over the side before the seasickness plagued me again.

The view under those beautiful blue, choppy waves was incredible. I dove down over and over and was swimming through schools of colorful fish, staring in awe at all the incredible coral in various shapes and colors and sizes. After swimming around for about 2 hours our guide beckoned us back to the boat. When we had almost almost reached the boat we saw a pair of fins surface and then disappear. Our guide called out, “Dolphins!” I swam back out and looked down and saw the out line of about 6 dolphins, young and adult ones swimming below me. We followed them around for a while. At one point I turned around and a dolphin was right behind me, swimming up next to me. I could see scars on its back, I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I got scared. Later I was swimming behind a mother and a baby and even got to seen the baby nursing. So amazing! I could have stayed with them for a long time, but it was time to go, because some people were actually hungry.

We climbed back on the boat and made our way to the lunch spot on Wasini Island. About halfway there the motor started to smoke, I was starting to feel sick again and the smoke inhalation wasn’t helping. The motor eventually died. This didn’t seem to phase our captain very much and soon they were attempting to put up the sails. As the large wooden beam began to swing around I was not feeling very positive about this plan, but what do I know about sailing? They did get the sail up, but just as we were starting to move forward the sail ripped. Our plan B had just failed. And I was wanting to get on solid ground as soon as possible. Our captain radioed for another boat to come and get us and let us jump out and swim, because there is considerably less up and down in the water. Eventually another boat did arrive and we transferred all out stuff to the more sea worthy vessel to complete our 3 hour cruise. Upon nearing the Island we had to get into little canoe and eventually wade to shore. When we got there a lunch of freshly caught crab and fish was awaiting us. Fortunately, I had regained at least some portion of my appetite. After a tour of the island we headed back, tired, salty and sunburned. What a great great day. Who cares that the boat died, I threw up, and was sunburned. I had swam with dolphins in the Indian ocean. Thank you God for creating such a beautiful place full of amazing creatures!