Again, I am in Africa. So, what do African accommodations look like? Well, I will tell you. After our 7 hour bus ride over mountains and bumpy roads, my team and I arrived in a small town on the boarder of Tanzania and Kenya called Isibania. I saddled my 40 pound pack, which is like a part of my body now, and walked down a beaten path off of the road into the grass. We arrived at some homes, some of them were made of mud, some of tin, but the view that I saw of the Kenyan hills and valleys was what made me excited to see my new home. No more city, I’ll tell you that!
We came to a house that was made of cement and, to be honest, looked a little unfinished. We entered into a large living room with a TV and several places to sit, said hello to the family that we were to live with, and were taken down a small hall to our new room. I, along with the three other girls are in a room with four mattresses on the floor covered by mosquito nets. We walked in, looked around, decided that this was the best room ever, and the attempted to get settled in the small space.
So what about bathrooms in this place that is in the middle of nowhere. Well, there is only a squatty, which might be a little horrifying to Americans, but it’s honestly not that horrible once you get used to it. Next to this stall is another that has a “shower.” No, it does not work, but our hosts heat water in a large pot and we used it with a bucket to get clean. Funny how in a house with no running water, there is hot water for a shower. Some things in this life that I am living are just not explainable.
