30 April 2007

And then there were five...


















Yes, yes I know they are cute, no doubt, but I am exhausted! There are nine of them, if you recall, and they are growing FAST. And like most new borns they are all consuming. It started two weeks ago when one of them could climb, like a cat, over their kennel fence and into the compound, then two others could do it. They all would periodically wake up and yell around 2am or 3am. Sometime I would have to feed them to get them quite. Oh, and ANY time you’d walk around the compound during the day (we’d let them roam the yard) they would move in a herd; a rush of black and brown puppy. Like flowing water. And woe unto you if they got a glimpse of you coming out of the house, it is almost impossible to walk after that, they would all be underfoot, moving around your feet like a muddy river, invariably little paws get stepped on…again ‘sorry’…and again ‘sorry’,. Literally takes five minute to get to the car! Max and I would sometimes try to sneak out the backdoor and make a run for it, laughing as they would finally see us and try to catch us…but Esther is totally mortified by them, thinking they are going to eat her. That’s one thing that seems to have backfired, I thought the kids would really enjoy them, Max ‘sort of’ likes them, but Esther is terrified, I have to carry her around in the yard, dogs barking, Esther screaming.

Feeding has become expensive too; I empty the shelves at the grocery store of all the good dog food every week, resorting to cat food, which, actually, they like better anyway [fish]. And not to mention we’ve start vaccinations which I calculate to be about $300 for the series. I was going to wait until they were eight weeks old [around May 1st] to start giving them away, but now, especially since Sandy is saying to them “hey you, stay away from my tit with your sharp teeth!”, it’s time NOW.

And it’s actually hard let them go because even though I complain, I like them. The other side of this coin is that they are fun and I sort of wish we could keep them all. I am like a momma sending her baby off to school for the first time. It’s hard! I interrogate every prospective owner who’s come for them, making SURE they understand what I expect of them in terms of care and feeding.







So as of this weekend we are down to five. It’s a bit quieter in the yard at night now. But the mornings are far more boisterous as their voices are more developed and they realize their own potential for noise making. They hate being kept in their kennel so we let them out in the mornings and after opening the gate I make a run for it back to the kitchen [retrieving their empty bowl first] and they wait…sometimes patiently…sometimes not, at the door for breakfast. Seems I am reducing the number of pups but food needs are exponentially increasing. I keep thinking about my dad at these times, when we were kids we always had lots of animals around the house. Consistently he would have to be the one to take care of them all, especially when we were young. Guess you must have a big grin on your face right now, dad. Pay back, right?!

22 April 2007

Drive Thru Tea Country

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Tea Plantatin Near Kakamega


Passing cars.........woooow


More Plantation


Again Plantations

16 April 2007

Mbita Camping

Mbita is an island in Lake Victoria. We were invited to go with our Belgian neighbors Shwan, Hilde and their three daughters Helene, Sarah and Maraika. You remember the priest who came to our Seder? Well we were invited to camp in his compound in Mbita over Easter weekend. He has turned out to be quite an interesting fellow. He’s from The Netherlands and has been in Kenya, living on Mbita Island, for 50 years; that’s before Kenya became an independent state! I’m trying to convince him to write his memoirs or maybe I can write it by interviewing him or better yet do a documentary. He has so many interesting stories.



The drive to Mbita is abot 4 hours. 2.5 hours on some of the most pristine roads I have ever been on in Kenya, just perfect and the last bit on some of the most hellish road I’ve ever been on in Kenya. This part was so bad that by the time we got home the rattling in the car had loosened the air ducts in the car and they had fallen out. I am now of the mind to take my car in to have complete servicing after we take one of these trips. What a switch, though, a year ago Max would have begged me to ‘stop the bumps’ but now it’s ‘bring on more bumps daddy’ and Esther is the one saying ‘stop the bumps’!























Mbita is beautiful. Could rival anything I’ve seen in the Caribbean. I think if it weren’t for the schistosomiasis in Lake Victoria they could really develop this place as a resort. Father Tillnan’s compound is right on the lake. Beautiful views, amazing sunsets every night. And birds, birds, birds. So loud you sometimes had to shout. Everywhere birds; thousands! We took a boat ride out to this tiny island where there were so many birds that the rocks and tree had turned completely white, like snow, because of the bird poop. [LOTS OF PHOTOS HERE]

04 April 2007

Dayenu!

Ok, here’s a riddle: What do you get when you put 36 non-Jews, including a priest, 4 Jews, and homemade Matzah in a room together? Answer: a Passover Seder at Kayla’s and Alan’s in Kisumu, Kenya, of course! Man, are we nuts, 40 people for a Seder? We certainly couldn’t have done it without a house staff; made it SO much easier to deal.


Kayla had ordered a bunch of Passover foods online weeks ago but the box is still in transit two days after Passover. Anyway, as the date came closer we realized we were going to have a Seder with no Matzah OR Matzah ball soup! Impossible! Can’t happen, just cancel it! NO we said, and we pushed on to plan B which was to try to get some of the stuff from Nairobi. Believe it or not, there is a Synagogue in Nairobi which, we were told, has a store the sells Jewish foods. Kayla made special arrangements to visit the store on a recent trip to Nairobi. She said it was so heavily fortified you couldn’t see anything but anonymous looking walls and a guard who wouldn’t let her in, just told her the store was not open. So on to plan C; make your own. What the heck, just part of the adventure of living in Africa.


You know these foods have such profound meaning for a Passover that I was a little nervous about attempting to make them. But after looking up how to make them on the internet and finding how easy it eased my mind a bit. I mean, how easy is flour + water and apply a lot of heat!? I even decided to attempt cooking a Matzah ball! Kayla thought we should try Gefilte Fish, since we were on a roll but I thought that might be pushing it a bit, especially since all we have here is tilapia…maybe next year….


Here are photos documenting the cooking. Max “helped” for quite a while, he was really into it. And Esther helped when Max became bored but mostly Kayla helped by taking both kids to the pool for most of the day.

































The Matzah turned out to be pretty good; actually, maybe I should try something fancy next time like garlic Matzah or onion Matzah. The Matzah ‘ball’s’, well, they turned out to be more like Matzah ‘geological formations’ instead of balls, I just couldn’t get them to shape into balls. But, believe it or not, people were telling me how good they were; how they compared to some deli they had eaten in back in the states. “Next Year In…..Kisumu????”