Another place where we stayed

I still feel off kilter from all that has been going on the last few weeks. Trying to get back into the routine. And here it is Tuesday night, and I need to put a blog post together for your entertainment.

Back to Kenya we go.

My daughter, my friend, and I rented an AirBnb on Diani Beach for four days, as you probably already know.

It was a beautiful, large house, with three full bedrooms and two full baths. But the best part was that it was right on the beach, with beautiful views of the Indian Ocean, lots of privacy, and still a short walk to the main road through town. In walking distance to stores and restaurants. 

The living room and dining space

Val's bedroom 

Denise's bedroom 

My bedroom. 

                                                                                         

The bathroom Denise and I shared. 

Val's bathroom. 

The kitchen, which like most of the kitchens I've seen in Kenya, was nothing special. But we could still cook in it, once we figured out how to turn on the stove. There was a frig too but no microwave. 

The path leading up to the house, way in the back of the trees.  

The veranda over looking the ocean. 

The veranda again. 

If the house was lacking in anything, this view made up for it all (minus my feet, of course). 

Yes, that view. 

If you go to the AirBnb listing, you'll see that most of my pictures are exactly the same as their's. Not on purpose. https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/46044023?adults=3&children=0&infants=0&pets=0&check_in=2022-10-10&check_out=2022-10-14&source_impression_id=p3_1669169650_JGDDOeL%2B7FKV1k9J

Don't Despair

         Oh come, let us sing to the Lord! Let us shout joyfully to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving; Let us shout joyfully to Him with psalms. (Psalm 95:1-2, New King James Version)

Hubby and I were sitting on the couch yesterday afternoon watching an old episode of Columbo, because that’s about all we could get on the TV with only the antenna. As you have surely heard, our phone line and internet has been out for nearly two weeks, which means we can’t get the thousand TV channels we usually get, which magically come into our living room via the Net.

Our phone and internet carrier said they couldn’t come to our house to check it out until November 29.

It’s been quite the inconvenience, but I kept telling myself that we still had electricity, water and heat in the house, as well as our cellphones. It was nice to go back to the life we knew as children, where we would read books late into the night or have to adjust the antenna every time we changed the channel.

So, anyway, the phone hadn’t rung in our house that whole time, when suddenly, it rang! I wish someone would have snapped our picture at that moment; we both looked at each other with “what is going on!” looks on our faces.

Picking up that phone and listening to the scam call about our Amazon account was like eating tater-tot casserole for the first time. How could something so wonderful be happening to me!

After making some calls and asking people to call us back, we realized that the land line was indeed working. We next turned our attention to the internet. We tried a few things and it looked hopeful – all the lights on the modem were the correct color. But the computer kept saying, “just kidding, you can’t connect.”

So we slept on it. This morning, I tried connecting via my laptop (or my daughter’s laptop, I should say, as mine is still sitting here in pieces thanks to my son’s efforts to fix it), and it slowly reached out and grabbed on to the world wide web.

The living room desktop computer continued to say, “no, I’m not interested in going out into the world,” but the television was game, and so we have one thousand stations once again.

After all of that excitement, along with a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios for breakfast, I turned to writing my first Sunday blog in for what seems like forever. First, though, I pulled up the Bible Gateway website.

The lines above were the verses for today.  

Guys, don’t let people tell you there is no God. Don’t believe what society tells you about God. Don’t listen to Satan when he puts doubt in your head.

We all have a loving Father in heaven. He sent His Son to this sinful world to save us all. The Holy Spirit is ready and waiting for you to turn your life over to the Triune God.

Maybe things look bleak on earth right now, maybe our lives are miserable, but heaven is real, we’ll be there one day. And in the meantime, God is always only ever a prayer away.

All I Have for Now

Wow. It’s only been a week since I last posted here, about my trip to Kenya, but it seems like forever. I hope I haven’t lost any of you; I’ve lost my laptop, home internet, home landline, and it feels like much more over the last week and a half. But I am still blessed with so much – my health, my income, my husband, my memories. I have to focus on that. We all need to focus more on what we have and not on what we’ve lost.

Anyway, since I don’t remember where I was when I last wrote here, I’m just going to stun you with pictures from our five days at Diani Beach on the coast of the Indian Ocean in Kenya. When I am fully up and running again, I’ll try to share the stories. Oh, you know I’ll share the stories. But here is all I have for now.

Birds from my trip

I've been going to send all these pictures to my friend Denise, who went to Kenya with us last month. She is the bird expert and collects birds like I collect - umm - pictures of everything else. So if I don't have it listed what type of bird each of these, keep checking back, as I'm sure Denise will clarify for us. 

A Hooded Crow in a park in Istanbul, Turkey. They are found throughout Northern, Eastern, and Southeastern Europe, and parts of the Middle East. 

 

A pair of Egyptian geese, seen while we were on the way to the Masa Mara. They are found in Africa south of the Sahara and the Nile Valley. 

These starlings were looking at their reflection in the mirrored door to the villas we were staying in. 

Oh, I don't know, just your average bird, looking in the window of our villa. The mirrored doors were two sided, so I could see out but he couldn't see in. 

Some sort of dove, possibly the laughing dove. I love that name!

I think this is the speckled mousebird.

Another average bird. 

Another Superb Starling. Yes, their name is superb starling. 

This little beggar flew up to our dining room table one morning at breakfast. 

He's obviously not afraid of humans and was hoping for a handout. 

I'm pretty sure he was a yellow weaver. 

I think this is the basic black flycatcher. 

Superb Starling, again. 

Man, I could not find this one. It looks a bit like the glossy starling, but he is clearly not glossy and his mate would be blue also. 

Last, there's this poor guy. I couldn't figure out what he was. I hope he's molting and looks better other times of the year. 

I Repeat, God is Good

After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. (1 Thessalonians 4:17, New International Version)

I sat at my computer a long time trying to figure out what to write about today. It dawned on me that I’ve been in four different churches in the past seven days (two for weekly worship, one for a funeral, and one for a rally for a missionary team). You’d think that all of that would have sparked inspiration.

I also still have so much to tell about my recent trip to Kenya. But nothing came to mind.

But God is good. I scrolled through my pictures from Kenya, hunting for the most breathtaking. The one above was the first one which caught my eye. And was easy to pair with one of the verses from yesterday’s funeral.

When we were out on the Mara one evening, taking pictures of the sunset, my daughter said that, when she was little, she thought that the rays coming out of the sun as it was setting were people’s souls going up to heaven.

Not much I can add to that. Except to repeat that God is good. 

 

What to do with those used water bottles?

   When we were in Kenya last month, we spent two nights at our friend Izzo’s safari camp. It is a work in progress, progress that was brought to a stand-still during COVID and which is just now starting to ramp up again.

You looked at this picture and probably thought, “what in the world is that all about?”

It’s basically Izzo being his usual ingenious self. These used water bottles, filled with sand, are solving not one, not two, but three problems.

First, there is a huge garbage problem in Kenya. People all over the country have been prone to throwing their trash out wherever they are. Some Kenyans are starting to do more recycling, even finding all sorts of creative ways to reuse their debris. Also, a few years ago, Kenya outlawed the use of plastic bags, which really cut down on that sort of blight on the landscape.

They are working to make plastic bottles illegal as well and have banned them in national parks, conservation areas, and other places. Unfortunately, out on the edge of the Masa Mara Game Park, there seems to be no limit on the number of discarded bottles.

So, Izzo has asked the women of the area to collect as many bottles as they can, fill them with sand, and bring them to his camp. Not only is this helping with the problem of pollution, Izzo is paying the women for the number of bottles they bring him. This helps with a second problem – supplying the local Maasai with an income.

The third problem is getting building materials out to the Mara.

Ta-da! Build with those sand-filled bottles. The day we were there, we watched two young women bring bag after bag of bottles to add to their pile. Every trip, they offered us their most beautiful smiles.

And after all their hard work and the hard work of a small construction crew . . .

This is the unique, sturdy villa you end up with. 

Click on this link for more on what Kenya is doing to help the environment:  https://www.unep.org/news-and-stories/story/kenya-emerges-leader-fight-against-plastic-pollution#:~:text=And%2C%20as%20of%20June%202020,or%20straws%20into%20protected%20areas.

 

This article was in one of the Kenyan papers while we were there. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the original article on the paper's website, so I couldn't post that link. 

Ripoi School

When my friend Denise and I were in Kenya three years ago, we visited Ripoi School on our way to the Masa Mara.

Back around 2015, our friend Izzo was driving out to the Mara one day, when he saw a group of children and an adult under a tree in the middle of nowhere. Turns out the adult was trying to teach the boys and girls in this outdoor classroom with no supplies whatsoever. Being the guy he is, Izzo started raising funds and awareness to build a regular school for those kids.

Thus, Ripoi School was born.

When we were there in 2019, four classrooms had been built, and some of the rooms were busting at the corners with kids wanting to learn. 

This year, when we returned to the school, it had doubled in size. The number of students had more than doubled. And more importantly, they were happy and were thriving. 

It’s a reminder that there is still good out there.