Broken Bones and Cows in the Road

Did I get your attention? Fortunately, the broken bones were not mine. On the way to class this morning, we came across an accident between a tractor pulling a trailer and a boda-boda (bicycle taxi). The trailer seemed to have come unhooked from the tractor and it hit a boda-boda driver and his passenger. They seemed to be hurt, but were able to walk and such. A car was there to take them to a clinic nearby.

Then, shortly after arriving at class this morning, my co-leader had to leave to take a young boy to the hospital because his arm had been broken. Going to a hospital is different from going to a clinic here. It takes a fair amount of time. First she had to drive farther down a small road to pick up the boy, and then back the opposite direction to get to the main road to Kitale and the hospital there. She arrived back about 2 1/2 hours later; having simply dropped the boy and his father off. The hospital is only about 20 miles away so that gives you an idea of where our class is.

On the way home, we about hit a bull that had wandered onto the highway. We swerved and missed it, but it still made your heart pump quickly. Too much excitement for one day. We have stopped in town to pick up some supplies and check email. I need to get moving.

Geri and I are still trying to decide what to do this weekend. We may just stay on the farm and travel into town here or down to another town called Mumias. There apparently is a nice waterfall that people go to picnic. FOr one thing, I have to do my laundry and haven't had time to do it in the morning or when we get back in the evening. Sorry if the posts seem disjointed, but I rush to get as muched typed in as quickly as possible before they come up from the store to say they are ready to go. We're taking tilapia home for dinner and I can't have the whole gang waiting on me for dinner.