Day 2: Waking up in Africa
Sunday June 19
It might be 608A or 708A as I am still a bit muddled on the time zone and the operation of this throwaway digital wrist watch, but the neighborhood rooster tells me to get up. I am normally a fussy sleeper, needing ambient light, temperature and sound to be perfect to drift off and then spend the night in one crazy dream after the other, tossing and turning , talking and shouting, and generally an unwelcome roommate.
Last night, under my mosquito net – which I managed to negotiate without harm to net or self in the absolute dark, I fall into a deep sleep and wake three hours later in the exact same spot. I was like the sleeping dead until the rooster crowed. Outside my window is a lovely walled patio and outside the other window is a walled garden: tropical, tidy and unassuming.
Our host John was wearing a long sleeve shirt, long pants and a ski sweater when he greeted us. He was concerned about how cold it was for us and found me some slippers to keep my feet warm – even though it was fine and no colder than a Spring day in Chicago.
Today we head off to Nyahururu where David tells us that some of the citizens may have never seen a Caucasian.
Shoes at the door
Kenyan dust is left outside
Thick stone walls
Cool to the touch
But inside warmth.
Theme lyric of the morning:
“Here I go again on my own,
goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known
like a drifter I was born to walk alone.”