Haircuts, Ujii, and Boar Holes

Well hello there, and welcome back!  On this weeks edition of my mission in Kenya I will be using the Kenyan terms for everything, it is your job to figure what I'm talking about, ready? Here we go:

Story number one

I need a haircut so we go to the local Kinyozi.  Now at the Kinyozi they have like two options, buzzed or shaved. Obviously I went with buzzed so I tell the dude "nne on sides, Nane on top" he says sao and proceeds to buzz.  He gets done with the sides of my head and then BAM! no power,  (fairly regular occurrence here).  So we wait and it gets pretty late about seven thirty and we need to be home at eight. We have a forty five minute walk to get home, so we say tutarudi kesho, and leave. I look like some hipster but its not terrible.  So we go back in the morning and try again he does a little and BAM! no power so now the top of my head is half cut and the other half is still fairly long, but we have an appointment.  I do my best to style it, so I don't look very dumb and proselyte.  We return to the kinyozi again at night and BAM! no power again, now I need to finish my haircut. I look very bad ( i know, i know, i didn't think it was possible either) so we wait and pray and BAM! power! We finish my haircut in like thirty seconds and directly after like within five seconds of paying the dude, BAM! no power. Tender mercies my friends, tender mercies.

Story 2

Boar holes,  so boar holes are in every compound here if you don't have running water.  So we go to visit someone and see a member using the boar hole. My companion and I  are like puppies at dinner, freakin out inside like the russian kid from star trek like " I CAN DO THAT! I CAN DO THAT!". So we go to help and its just mud but too late to back out now, so we role up our sleeves and proceed to clean out this boar hole, turns out there is a man in the bottom of the boar hole ( about thirty feet underground) filling the bucket with mud and plastic trash, pretty much anything you can think of came out of this boar hole. We hauled up buckets of mud and slop for like an hour, because the person we came to visit was the man in the bottom of the boar  hole.  It was fun, much much mud, so much mud, but hey we did it, and frankly it was really fun. Except laundry is gonna suck cause geuss what, I don't have a washing machine. That's right baby, scrubbing for days! Whoo! Its actually really really fun I love Kenya.

story 3

Not really a story I just thought I would tell you about a new food I've had a couple of times.  It's called ujii and its.... there.  My best description of it is this

Taste: not bad actually the taste is alright, not great but not the worst thing I've had

Texture: imagine someone vomited oatmeal into a cup that's about the texture.

Temperature: ever drank lava? No, try some ujii.  It's the same thing, while you are drinking it it is melting your insides, but hey its food so you smile and keep drinking, and dying. Your body temperature jumps like ten degrees as you start to melt into the chair you're sitting in. It's kinda hard to hide how hot it really is, so the host usually asks, "moto?" when you say, "no its good" as your tongue is losing taste buds exponentially.

Overall Kenya is a party.  I finished my first transfer, I'm still alive, I love my companion.  I can actually talk to people in Kiswahili kinda ish. and I am having loads of fun.  I am staying in Langas for the next six weeks so we will see what happens.  And I have threatened to fight so many cows and goats and sheep I have lost count.
(For some reason Teron has always threatened cows, who just ignore him-per mom)

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