. Day 4 - 7 .

Please be aware this is a very rushed post so my writing skillz aint the bestest.

Day 4 at Agape Orphanage:

A 4 year old boy tripped and fell in the playground today - covered his whole face and uniform in red dirt from head to toe, he was sobbing so hard! We were quite surprised that no one went to help him, so BECCA AND CHAR TO THE RESCUE we ran over and wiped the tears off his little face and dusted him down a little while he stood there all hopeless and sad. I took him over to clean him up with a bottle of water, attracting a large crowd of fascinated kids whilst doing so - they seemed so perplexed by the compassion I was showing him. Also the fact that I was using the luxury of bottled water (they usually drink water from the river but there was very little today) to wash him down was rather wondrous to them. Even the little boy stopped crying and froze in confusion - he seemed stunned to be getting attention that he clearly was not expecting! It's crazy how touching and humbling tiny little events like these can be - they obviously do not get a fraction of the care/ support we had as children. Can we adopt them all purleaseee?

Once the school day ended we decided to take a Matatu to the closest shopping mall to get some supplies. Unfortunately it's not a case of jumping on the bus with an Oyster card - Matatu's are MANIC. An old school minibus that somewhat resembles a 70s hippy van is filled to the brim and over flowing with local kenyans, blasting Certificate 18+ songs if you get my drift. Pick pockets run frequently on Matatus and they drive like mad men (usually they are drunk, we have been told) so Char and I were reluctant to say the least! Whilst waiting for a Matatu one man walked up to char and touched her leg, then ran back to his friends and they all high-fived. That's how rare white people or 'Mozungus' are!  It was defiantly an experience in the blazing sun, men sitting on each others laps, hanging out the windows - but once we arrived at the mall we had a nice contrast to the Kenyan culture with pizza and frozen Yogurt.'

Day 5:

'After a photoshoot with the Cutest African Baby 2011 (Sylvia) we helped the cooks prepare lunch by 'spicing' (peeling) small aubergine like vegetables - there were literally HUNDREDS - with the sharpest biggest knife known to man. I was slightly reluctant to get my hands dirty at first, but ended up with black stained fingers. Whilst preparing we had a really inspirational chat with the chef, Grace. She told us how most Kenyans give birth to about 5 or 6 children at a very young age, and that her youngest sister is age 4, but so is her daughter. She's saving up money to move into Nairobi for good, and aims to have just two children so that she can give them better lives and a good education; not like what she had as a child with her 6 brothers and sisters. She works so hard at the orphanage I genuinely hope her dreams come true... everything she was saying made my heart sink hard and heavily. The determination and dedication in her voice made me realise how fortunate I am. Later on in the evening we visited an Ethiopian restaurant for one of the guys birthdays. The food was... interesting. They then bought out 2 birthday cakes, and before I had time to work out why there were two cakes, it was being thrown across the room at high speeds and it was soon encrusted in my ears, eyes and nose! It was hilarious - Kenyan tradition is to drench the birthday victim in water or have a giant cake fight. If only someone had warned us!'

Since then, we have cuddled then killed a live chicken and eaten it (much to my dismay, we are never ever eating chicken again. Bye bye KFC!) ... Pictures to come. Char has been groped by a wild monkey and kissed a giraffe, we stroked baby elephants, and visited a really cool market in Nairobi. It was more of a 'come and harass the rich mozungus - they have money!' sort of place, very overwhelming being intimidated by too many shop keepers, but I got a lovely authentic Kenyan bag to make up for it. We are about to do an 8 hr drive to Mombasa now, ouchies! Catch up soon with Mombasa goss. xxxx