UGH....Computer wigging out on me  So, I just called work and they seem to think I have a worm...ah the joy...so maybe I will update a little more today as I spend the rest of my afternoon backing up my computer and hope it will let me get it done instead of shutting down on me and refusing to restart...On a happy note,I did just catch a glimpse and see that FSU won their two games while I was gone...Yipee! and have moved back up the ranks slightly...Go Noles!

Update..my computer has been fine since the incident before...however I am running scans at the present moment to see what I can find...so in the mean time...a few more photos and hopefully the story of my journey...

So, the trip starts off with Ben and I getting to Niarobi, and Ben's bag is MIA...Diana TOTALLY used the terminology and thought of you! So, ends up Niarobi is to be our place of stay for the next few days while we wait upon Ben's bag to be found...and we work on making arrangements for the rest of our trip...Third World living...really changes how you approach life...

Not so much is memorable about Niarobi in particular...Oh, well let's not forget the place called Carnivores...yeah, serve you all kinds of meat...don't get that where we live...I had osterich, gazelle, croc...and some other stuff I don't really remember at the moment...worth a visit should you hit Niarobi...ANYWAY...

I did have an encounter with a boy whom I think I will not forget any time soon...Here is his story: So, we stay in a Bpst guest house, so tons of M's from all over are in and out all the time...one night while watching Sports Center, yes, you got that right, we got to watch some American sportish stuff, a man came in and asked if we wanted to go bowling. I was game, Ben and Marcy, whom have not seen each other in over a year are not, so I leave them to themselves. I head off with my pizza in hand, with an M from Kenya, to meet his son and a group of others for a night of bowling. At dinner, before meeting up with the rest of the crew, John, David, and I enjoy pizza and John tells me stories about God directing him that give me chills all over my body. God is awesome you know...works in ways that can not be mistaken for anyone else...
So, after some COOL stories from John, I take it upon myself to teach David, a young Kenyan boy of 9, how to shoot the paper off his straw across the room...The kid has amazing aim! After some play David sits back down to finish his pizza...he has stripped all the meat off his meat pizza, which he totally ordered, b/c he says it hurts his mouth...John, his adopted dad, leans over to me and tells me it is because David has sores in his mouth that are a result of AIDS. A boy of 9 dying in Kenya as a result of being born with HIV...his sister joy, 5, had died 3 months earlier after losing her fight...The feelings of immense sadness brought tears to my eyes...I hope my heart never forgets David...In light of his truth new perspective was drawn from my heart...David, 9, dying of AIDS, told me at dinner without one complaint..."Jesus is strong and good". He complained not and trusted much...how much should this be my own reality? I hope I never forget how David grabbed my hand and we swung him up the flights of stairs as he laughed with glee, I hope he continues to give high fives and tens when people do well at something just like I taught him, I hope he turns ten, I hope he lives long enough to bowl for the second time in his life..I hope his trust in Christ will remain with me when I go to open my mouth about a present condition in my life that I don't agree with, understand, or think I deserve...knowing that above all else Jesus is strong and good...

The night came to a close in the 10th frame...Peter, whom we fondly called Petra, had just finished strong and was the only one with a higher score as I stepped up to finish out the game as the last bowler...dispite my impressive 3 strikes in the 10th...Petra still finished 1 point ahead of me...ah...I enjoyed the challenge and the cheering of our group all the same...and David was there to give me high ten every strike I made...
So, the rest of the trip. We had planned on the beach and a safari. It all seemed to be going to well...until about 2 hours before our train was to leave for the coast we find out the train has been cancelled. Yep, I guess you can do that there...So, we end up taking the ALL night bus across the country of Kenya...HA! You don't even want to know....don't even want to know...

Lets just say when we finally did arrive at our beach resort...this was a VERY welcome sight...

My computer just shut down on me, AGAIN...oh how I wish I had some good computer know it all friends :) I will leave the Kenya story telling for another time...when I will tell you of the centipede in my pants and the little "jig" as Marcy likes to call it...that resulted from such...