Hiking with the kids

 Today I experienced the term of “Kenya time” for real. In the morning it was time for church and it would start after breakfast (around 8.30). So I was ready and waiting at that time. Around nine the children started coming and singing and I waited. And waited. A took a stroll. And waited. When it was ten o’clock a man came and started singing with the children. And I waited. After another half an hour he held a service that was really good. He talked about not taking things for granted and asked the children how many shoes they have. Then he told a story about a boy who would start school and in the introduction letter from the school it said that he should being a pair of leather shoes. So he did. In his hands. Because he had never worn shoes so he didn´t know how.

And the man was right, we all do have things to be grateful for. And it doesn´t hurt reminding myself of that.

Shortly after the service was done (all in all it took over 3h!) it was time for lunch. Then I sat in the sun, finishing my book (Duff McKagan) and it felt really nice. I could live like this for a while. I started thinking about going somewhere to finish my thesis, or book, or write music etc. It would be really good for both the mind and soul.

Last afternoon I changed to my Blundtstones, took my camera and headed up to find the children to take a walk. They were a bit skeptic at first then they got more excited and they took me on a walk to a small lake outside the farm. I started to take some pictures (I had promised myself that I wouldn´t let anyone else handle my camera) and after a short walk the elder children wanted to try to take pictures with it ( and I let them). And I got some decent pics too.