On one of our last days with our friends in Kisumu, Kenya we went on a hike. And unlike my experience in the Philippines, when I hiked in my flip flops, I wore my hiking shoes this time!
The youth in the church thought it would be fun if we all went for a hike, as one last activity together. I’d always admired the mountain I could see from our home, but I never thought I’d be climbing it one day, but sure enough, that’s what I found myself doing on one of our last days in Kisumu.
I just have to say, hiking with boys is always an experience. They don’t like to stop and take in views as much as I do. They like to leap from rock to rock. They like to chop down stuff as they pass through the path and they like to howl to one another like wild animals.
Nope, us girls like to take our time, admire the view and chat along the way. You also may have found me letting out little gasps here and there, as I would slip on a rock or trip over a branch–I climbed the best way I knew how. Our friends were proud of us though when we reached the top. One even told us, he didn’t think we would make it that far. HA! We celebrated with muffins and juice the boys had packed, which I thought was sweet.
Then the fun began as we climbed back down. At the time, I thought the hike up was hard…oh, no. The hike down was worse. The majority of the time, my friend Gilbert walked in front of me. Several times I took him out as I would slip and grab onto him, which made us both fall. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in my life.
I thank God no one got hurt on this little adventure. We ended up taking a completely different path than the one we origianally took up because, well, really, you create your own way up and down the mountain. I was so thankful that we got to do this, my legs on the other hand…
