The roosters. The cows. The dogs. The bladder.

All reasons to be awoken at 5AM (or earlier).

Praise the Lord, I have yet to use the squatty potty in Africa.

We have a toilet, with a seat, that flushes.

We just have to descend the so-not-code ladder from our upper room, as seen below:

I think there are mice under the floor of the toilet, I just don’t think about it.

Anyways, this one morning, I couldn’t wait until I went downstairs for the day, so at 5AM I stumbled down the ladder and went into our bathroom.

So I had my headlamp around my neck for light and I was you know, finishing up and getting ready to flush, and then all of a sudden, water begins rushing out of the faucet in the wall, pouring onto the cement floor, covering my feet.

So here I am, freaking out, noone’s awake, so I just ran back up the ladder, and then a few minutes later I hear the water stop rushing.

I’m sure swimming in a Kenyan bathroom at 5AM shouldn’t happen.

… so the moral of this story doesn’t really exist, but this is Africa!