A Day to Relax
Last time I posted here, we had visited the Kibera Slum, where it is believed that the largest concentration of people in the world may live. The very next day we drove down through the Ngong Hills out to the Maasai village of Saikeri. What a contrast between the two days!
My daughter Val volunteered here for a month when she was in Kenya for six months in 2010. She dragged me out there for several days in 2013 to stay with her friend Maggie and I immediately understood the draw. Maggie’s home has no electricity, but she has a few solar panels on the roof, enough to light a few lights in the house in the evening. She also has a nifty portable solar panel packet, the size of a tablet, which she uses to charge her cell phone and a flashlight. Her water comes from the large tanks which collect rain water from the roof, during the rainy season. The rest of the time, a water tanker truck makes the trek out to her home to fill her tanks.
Oh, but first I should describe the ride there. Another typical Kenyan road filled with potholes, ruts, rocks and boulders, but worth it for the view.
And cattle who know that they have the right of way.
When we got to Maggie's house, the goats also seemed to think they had the run of the place.
As does Maggie’s son LeShan, but isn't he adorable.
Though he is only three and a half and doesn’t know any English, he took us on a walk down the road and even visited with the neighbors.
Downtown Saikeri, not exactly hopping that afternoon, but there were Maasai behind those doors watching us pass.
It was hard to leave.
My daughter Val volunteered here for a month when she was in Kenya for six months in 2010. She dragged me out there for several days in 2013 to stay with her friend Maggie and I immediately understood the draw. Maggie’s home has no electricity, but she has a few solar panels on the roof, enough to light a few lights in the house in the evening. She also has a nifty portable solar panel packet, the size of a tablet, which she uses to charge her cell phone and a flashlight. Her water comes from the large tanks which collect rain water from the roof, during the rainy season. The rest of the time, a water tanker truck makes the trek out to her home to fill her tanks.
Oh, but first I should describe the ride there. Another typical Kenyan road filled with potholes, ruts, rocks and boulders, but worth it for the view.
And cattle who know that they have the right of way.
When we got to Maggie's house, the goats also seemed to think they had the run of the place.
As does Maggie’s son LeShan, but isn't he adorable.
Though he is only three and a half and doesn’t know any English, he took us on a walk down the road and even visited with the neighbors.
Downtown Saikeri, not exactly hopping that afternoon, but there were Maasai behind those doors watching us pass.
It was hard to leave.
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