I was walking around the parish grounds with Michael's camera. Capturing pictures of the various birds when these girls came flying at me. I ran for cover into our gate and they came upon us yelling, "Take our picture!" I obliged their request and snapped the adjacent photo. As you can tell, they were both pleased and had no trouble hamming it up to the camera. Take note of the one with her arms crossed on the far right. She was determined to have all the girls pose with her, but they were far too excited to comply. After I took three pictures, I turned the camera to show them and I was mobbed by the girls. Now I know what it is like to be Justin Timberlake! Michael shooed them away and we shut the gate. However, they remained poking their heads in the gate holes (as seen on the left). The next commands came as, "Help me some juice!" This continued for a bit and we just ignored them, listening to the BBC as it transformed us back to the 1950's. We enjoyed an adaptation of a new book into a radio program. Part of it took place in the 50's, and it was a throw back to a time when there was no tv. Which in our case is presently true. The program was campy, yet captivating enough to maintain our attention. I hope that this is on each Saturday afternoon, it will be a good way to pass the time in the afternoons.
Earlier, we ventured into town. I think I should point out that town is like 1000 feet from our house. To walk to town literally takes a minute, and the market is five. We are situated off the main road that goes through Malava and right next to what seems to be the largest intersection. As I was saying, we were on a mission to find a person to do our laundry. We saw signs for laundry and figured it would be worth a try. This is not due to laziness, but because it is time consuming, water wasting, and yields semi-clean clothes. We figure that we can save time and water by having someone do it that has more experience. We went to the place where it said laundry and realized that it was inside of a bar. Being a little skittish, we determined it best to avoid the bar and continue our search. We made our way through town to see various shops where we could ask the price of goods and write them down. I have made a spread sheet of the price of goods and foods that we have seen and asked about. This will give us an idea of expenses and will also make us better at getting good deals. Only one store in Malava has things with price tags, the rest is just haggle till your face turns blue. By asking the price of goods, we know a starting point and are able to play vendors off of each other. This is done to help alleviate the "mzungu tax." Everyone will way overcharge us because they think we are rich. We picked up a few things and came home to relax.
One item we bought was an old favorite: Doom. We have a hornets nets, a bees nest, and a major ant colony. As you can see above, Doom was well needed for all the ants and Michael has deadly aim when it comes to the wasps. We were both ready to run at a moments notice, but even African tank wasps were no match to Doom. You could say that they were Doomed from the start (laugh now).
To finish tonight's entry, I would like everyone to meet the parish cow. I do not know her name yet, but I am starting to hate her. This morning, parked in front of my room window, she felt the need to moo as loudly as possible. This continued for over an hour and I finally got up. I checked my phone to the horror that it was only 8am. I place most of the blame on the rooster who decides to start his wake up call at the crack of dawn. I am convinced that he is determined that as long as he is awake, everyone else should be as well. His call continues all day long. This then angers the cow, who responds in kind. Feeling left out, the goats get in the action and the chickens just bob their heads to the music. The afternoon is for the turkey's and the birds who litter the air with the most beautiful and accosting sounds I have ever heard. Night, as always, is left to the symphony of the crickets only to be broken by the nasty rooster.
Tonight we finish Ben Hur and relax to the sound of the rain. Whenever it rains, it does not joke around in Kenya. Last night, all of our buckets were filled to the top with rain. This is great for the crops that are in desperate need of water, the wells that have been dry for months, and our rain take which is now full and saves us the trip to the well.
Good night and Good luck.