My House

Adapting to a totally new culture can be a great challenge. Therefore, Cindi finally came to the conclusion that she didn’t need the additional challenge of adapting to my culture as well. So a few days ago she was able to move into her own place. We are both very happy with these new circumstances and no dishes were broken during the transition stage. At least this time I got to keep the house.

Now that I can do as I please and decorate and pick-up additional items without having to call a referendum. So far my only new acquisition has been an electric fan. People assured me when I arrived in Kisumu that the temperatures would get cooler and I would adapt to the heat. Well, it might be a bit cooler than it was in February but I’m still too hot at night. If I could get wheels for it I would make it so that my fan would follow me around like a hospital patient with an IV.

My place has quite a few walls and the only things currently hanging from them are the two decorative items that I brought with me: and Ironman Canada poster and a Montreal Canadiens jersey. There isn’t an overwhelming supply of interesting souvenirs to be had in Kenya compared to other stops in my travels but I should be able to pick up a few masks and batiks to add some life to my place. If not, there is no shortage of team jerseys available, as mentioned in one of my prior postings.

My place has its share of surprises to. Just when I thought that I was winning the battle against the cockroaches I had a new surprise last night. A bat flew into my room and just wouldn’t leave. From where it came I do not know or probably want to know. Anyways, through the strategic closing and opening of a few doors and feeble attempts of swinging my book (I knew I should have brought a hockey stick) I managed to lure it outside.