For the first time in his life, Reed gets first tracks.
Oh the joy of it all. Nothing like new fallen snow.
dgh
Sweet......
Monday, January 26, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
I like
I like Good Coffee. I know that good is a relative term, but there are certain criteria that must be met.
1. Coffee should not come out of can or jar. Especially a can or jar with the Term "flavor crystals" or any other crystals. Coffee was never in crystal form. This rule can be reevaluated if you are in Africa and you have not had a decent cup of coffee in two weeks.
2. The only thing that should be instant about coffee is when it comes out of an espresso maker.
3. Powdered creamer should never be used. Powder and cream are two terms that should never be mixed together. Nothing that is creamy should have the words powder associated with it unless it has to do with snow.
4. Coffee should not sit around waiting to served for more than 15 minutes before it is BAD.....old coffee is never good coffee.....
5. In wine making there is a phrase that goes something like this
You can't make good wine out of bad grapes. For coffee....the beans are the root of all things Good.
Thomas Edison once said, "Wine is how we know that God loves us."
Some would argue that you could say the same about dark roasted black beans .......
Anyway.......
1. Coffee should not come out of can or jar. Especially a can or jar with the Term "flavor crystals" or any other crystals. Coffee was never in crystal form. This rule can be reevaluated if you are in Africa and you have not had a decent cup of coffee in two weeks.
2. The only thing that should be instant about coffee is when it comes out of an espresso maker.
3. Powdered creamer should never be used. Powder and cream are two terms that should never be mixed together. Nothing that is creamy should have the words powder associated with it unless it has to do with snow.
4. Coffee should not sit around waiting to served for more than 15 minutes before it is BAD.....old coffee is never good coffee.....
5. In wine making there is a phrase that goes something like this
You can't make good wine out of bad grapes. For coffee....the beans are the root of all things Good.
Thomas Edison once said, "Wine is how we know that God loves us."
Some would argue that you could say the same about dark roasted black beans .......
Anyway.......
Thursday, January 15, 2009
The Truth Can Hurt
"I believe that the greatest trick of the devil is not to get us into some sort of evil but rather have us wasting time. This is why the devil tries so hard to get Christians to be religious. If he can sink a man's mind into habit, he will prevent his heart from engaging God."
Donald Miller
Love God not Religion.........
Anyway......on to other things to waste my time.
Donald Miller
Love God not Religion.........
Anyway......on to other things to waste my time.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
1-mile Solution Again
In response to Kim........
Unfortunately that is the way it is in newer Cities. They were built around the car and using it as transportation. Still, can you take one or two trips a week and make them with the bike, feet, bus, etc.......Oh my Gosh I actually suggested that somebody could use the bus. I have to admit I have used the bus a couple of times hear in Fresno. It is interesting.
You are right. Convincing the general public to do this is very hard. Most people think it is crazy to ride a bike in Fresno. It is either too hot or too cold or too far or too something or other. The only place in town where it is different is the Tower and Fig Garden. The other day I saw a couple I would have never ever imagined riding bikes anywhere, all dressed up riding their bikes to the village to have dinner.....it was refreshing to say the least....
One or two trips a week? It can have a huge difference in a lot of things
Ride your bike....a lot. It changes your perspective on things. It is amazing how much better I feel at work when I go there by bike......different attitude, mindset, experience.
Anyway......Just ride your Bike....
Bikes Rule.....
One or two trips a week?
Unfortunately that is the way it is in newer Cities. They were built around the car and using it as transportation. Still, can you take one or two trips a week and make them with the bike, feet, bus, etc.......Oh my Gosh I actually suggested that somebody could use the bus. I have to admit I have used the bus a couple of times hear in Fresno. It is interesting.
You are right. Convincing the general public to do this is very hard. Most people think it is crazy to ride a bike in Fresno. It is either too hot or too cold or too far or too something or other. The only place in town where it is different is the Tower and Fig Garden. The other day I saw a couple I would have never ever imagined riding bikes anywhere, all dressed up riding their bikes to the village to have dinner.....it was refreshing to say the least....
One or two trips a week? It can have a huge difference in a lot of things
Ride your bike....a lot. It changes your perspective on things. It is amazing how much better I feel at work when I go there by bike......different attitude, mindset, experience.
Anyway......Just ride your Bike....
Bikes Rule.....
One or two trips a week?
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Last Kenya Post and Book Recommendation
Ok,
I just dug the majority of the text from my last blog post about the trip to Kenya off of my smashed computer. And remember, if a baggage handler ever makes you check your computer bag at the door of the plane, say no and clutch the bag with your dear life. So, with that in mind the last bit of the story will be up soon. However, since I have been back I have done nothing but get our new house ready to move in, so not sure when the post will be up.
Anyway, I wanted to say this.
Anybody who believes in Jesus, and especially those that do not, should read Joel Roseberg's Book Epicenter. This book is an eye opening look at the events happening now and predicted to happen in the Middle East in the future. I highly..... no strongly...... no sorry adamantly suggest that you read this book. If you are at all interested in World events, the end times, or the new wave of Christianity sweeping the world, you need to check it out.
http://www.joelrosenberg.com/
I just dug the majority of the text from my last blog post about the trip to Kenya off of my smashed computer. And remember, if a baggage handler ever makes you check your computer bag at the door of the plane, say no and clutch the bag with your dear life. So, with that in mind the last bit of the story will be up soon. However, since I have been back I have done nothing but get our new house ready to move in, so not sure when the post will be up.
Anyway, I wanted to say this.
Anybody who believes in Jesus, and especially those that do not, should read Joel Roseberg's Book Epicenter. This book is an eye opening look at the events happening now and predicted to happen in the Middle East in the future. I highly..... no strongly...... no sorry adamantly suggest that you read this book. If you are at all interested in World events, the end times, or the new wave of Christianity sweeping the world, you need to check it out.
http://www.joelrosenberg.com/
Friday, November 28, 2008
More pics----Story to come
Dinning at Comos house
Girls of Kipkaren River
Driving into Eldoret
Typical Scene on the Road
Soren's shop - where the bridge came together
The Kenyan Crane - Who needs hydraulics
The welding went into the night
Major soil problems before lift off
Finaly up in the air 
There were about 1,000 people on site to see the placement of the bridge.
Finaly up in the airThere were about 1,000 people on site to see the placement of the bridge. Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday Tuesday
The beginning of the second week. Monday the 24th of November 2008. The day started out slow. We woke late had a breakfast of boiled eggs and peanut butter sandwiches. Doug and I wanted to go over to the secondary school site and verify a couple of measurements to make sure we didn’t make any mistakes on the survey. Mark went with us and we walked down to the bridge site to see the road the Kenyans had been building. Then we headed up the hill and across a field to the bottom of the 20-acre parcel that David and the Church purchased. We took some bearings and verified some distances then Mark and I showed Doug where the Shoshone (sp?) river comes together with the Kipkaren River. The Shoshone drops a good 30-feet over the last 150 yards producing a series of small cascading water falls. After Doug took some pictures we then headed back to the Training Center ate some lunch and headed into to town to check the progress of the bridge fabrication and then do some shopping.
I can’t say enough how crazy driving in this country is. There are no traffic laws, and if there are they certainly don’t enforce them, no police and most drivers are either way too slow or way too fast. Motorcycles swerve in and out of traffic seeming to have a death wish. Our driver Meeshack lives on the way into town and stops often to pick up friends to give them “lifties.” We drive past his house and he honks as his wife waves from the side of the road. Mark rides shotgun and the rest of us sit on the benches in the back. The roads are a sea of humanity. People are everywhere, even way out in the middle of nowhere. Bikes, carts, tractors, you name it and it is on the road side. We make our way through Turbo, a small roadside town that houses a bunch of roadside shacks and stores. The way the Kenyan government gets people to slow down through the congested parts of the road is to put multiple speed bumps in the highway. Just imaging you are driving up Highway 41, you get to Coarsegold, and there is a bunch of speed bumps in the road. It is crazy. Cattle in the road, u-turns wherever and ill-advised passing are common occurrences on the way to Eldoret.
The City of Eldoret is a swarming mass of humanity. It seems that everybody is outside. There are major intersections with no stoplights or traffic control. Side streets are dirt or gravel and road grading is non-existent. It is wild being the only white people around. Everybody stares at you and looks you up and down. You hear Muzungo’s (white man) whispered from all around. We go into Tusky’s, a large Longs Drugs type department store. Two floors with groceries on the bottom floor and clothes and other miscellaneous stuff on the top floor. There must be 200 people working. On every aisle there a guy just standing there watching for shoplifters. Dress shirts cost about 200 shillings, or about two dollars and 50 cents apiece. The dollar goes a long way here.
Before we went shopping, we stop by Sorens to pick up Ben and my Dad and check out the bridge fabrication. Things are going well, and once inside you see how large the bridge actually is. It looks huge in the shop. Six by six tube steel frame, 95 feet long, and about six feet tall. Soren is going to transport the bridge in four 23-foot long sections. One section on the back of his flat bed truck with a crane and the other one on a trailer with the sides taken off. Soren was planning to leave Eldoret at 4:00 Tuesday morning to beat the traffic and hopefully the possible lorry (large trucks or big rig) inspections.
Apparently, they had some issues lifting the pieces with Soren’s crane and he could not completely lift each piece off the trailer and truck so they did not get going until 6:30. After three and a half hours, they got to the bridge site. However, with Soren not being able to lift each piece completely, things were going to get tricky getting each segment off the truck and trailer. Now, each section weighs in at over 4,000 pounds, so the plan was to use about 40 Kenyans to lift the first section up and set it on the four steel drums with wood blocks. This would allow us to pull the trailer out from under the sections and then use the crane to lower one half down at a time. Things went smooth with the first section and we set it down nice and easy. The next section was a little trickier. We set the steel drums and lifted each side onto the drums. We pulled the truck out, just squeezing the wheels past the drums. However, the drums in the back were a little crooked, as we were on uneven ground. We had to shift the weight in the front with the crane and when we did the rear section shifted and I swear was going to go down, but didn’t. The only was it stayed up was by the hand off God, cause it was the ugliest looking thing I had ever seen. We used the crane to set that end down and then lowered it into position. The Kenyans lifted it into its final position so the two pieces could be welded together. Remember, every time this thing had to be moved it involved about 30 to 40 Kenyan men lifting in unison and sliding it into position. It was impressive to watch the community come out to watch and help put this thing together. Young men came from all over the place to help lift these sections off the truck. David made an impassioned plea for everybody to come out early the next morning to repeat the exercise once again on the next two sections. The welders would also be there to melt this thing together. It was quite a day’s work.
Later that evening we were schedules to have dinner at Cosmas and Helen’s house. They live just on the other side of the road from the training center. They were married about 5 months ago and Cosmas would have loved for us all to be there, but since we couldn’t he had a small celebration for us. He planned to kill a goat, and since Chris was the guest of honor, he had the privilege of killing it. Apparently, there is a specific technique involved when it comes to killing the goat for a feast, but after Chris got back, he said it wasn’t really the case. But, anyway, I won’t go into the details. So, Cosmas and Helen rent a small place, and when I say small, I am not talking about 1,000 square feet or anything. I am talking about 300 square feet at best. Dinner quest included David and Alison, Julie, Mike and Debbie, Doug, Mark, Chris, Peter and myself. They literally had to move all the furniture out of the house to fit us all in for a meal. I have to say it was a very nice intimate time. The food was great, roasted goat, mashed potatoes, cabbage salad, goat stew, and flat bread (can’t remember what it is called). For dessert, orange slices and hot Chai tea with milk. Delicious.
David entertained us with stories of when he, Cosmas, and Peter were boys going through Moran training. Which is a right of passage for young men in this culture where they go out, sleep in the bush, are circumcised, and practice warfare techniques by raiding other camps. The training sends the boys into adulthood. The stories had us laughing and before long, it was off to bed.
The interesting thing about this place is you feel like you are stepping back in time, while at the same time, you get little glimpses into the modern world. Doug used this analogy; Living in the US we can see the future, here they are still in the past, we just need to connect the dots in between. It always makes me smile. We be out walking amongst the homesteads, mud huts with thatched roofs, cooking by wood fires of corn cobs, and then you look up and there is a woman coming out of the hut talking on a Nokia cell phone. Makes you double take every time.
The next two days will be the crux of the whole trip as the final pieces of the bridge will be put together and the big crane will come to lift it into place. Should be interesting.
Check back later to see how everything went. More pics to come......
Thanks
Tim
Before we went shopping, we stop by Sorens to pick up Ben and my Dad and check out the bridge fabrication. Things are going well, and once inside you see how large the bridge actually is. It looks huge in the shop. Six by six tube steel frame, 95 feet long, and about six feet tall. Soren is going to transport the bridge in four 23-foot long sections. One section on the back of his flat bed truck with a crane and the other one on a trailer with the sides taken off. Soren was planning to leave Eldoret at 4:00 Tuesday morning to beat the traffic and hopefully the possible lorry (large trucks or big rig) inspections.
Apparently, they had some issues lifting the pieces with Soren’s crane and he could not completely lift each piece off the trailer and truck so they did not get going until 6:30. After three and a half hours, they got to the bridge site. However, with Soren not being able to lift each piece completely, things were going to get tricky getting each segment off the truck and trailer. Now, each section weighs in at over 4,000 pounds, so the plan was to use about 40 Kenyans to lift the first section up and set it on the four steel drums with wood blocks. This would allow us to pull the trailer out from under the sections and then use the crane to lower one half down at a time. Things went smooth with the first section and we set it down nice and easy. The next section was a little trickier. We set the steel drums and lifted each side onto the drums. We pulled the truck out, just squeezing the wheels past the drums. However, the drums in the back were a little crooked, as we were on uneven ground. We had to shift the weight in the front with the crane and when we did the rear section shifted and I swear was going to go down, but didn’t. The only was it stayed up was by the hand off God, cause it was the ugliest looking thing I had ever seen. We used the crane to set that end down and then lowered it into position. The Kenyans lifted it into its final position so the two pieces could be welded together. Remember, every time this thing had to be moved it involved about 30 to 40 Kenyan men lifting in unison and sliding it into position. It was impressive to watch the community come out to watch and help put this thing together. Young men came from all over the place to help lift these sections off the truck. David made an impassioned plea for everybody to come out early the next morning to repeat the exercise once again on the next two sections. The welders would also be there to melt this thing together. It was quite a day’s work.
Later that evening we were schedules to have dinner at Cosmas and Helen’s house. They live just on the other side of the road from the training center. They were married about 5 months ago and Cosmas would have loved for us all to be there, but since we couldn’t he had a small celebration for us. He planned to kill a goat, and since Chris was the guest of honor, he had the privilege of killing it. Apparently, there is a specific technique involved when it comes to killing the goat for a feast, but after Chris got back, he said it wasn’t really the case. But, anyway, I won’t go into the details. So, Cosmas and Helen rent a small place, and when I say small, I am not talking about 1,000 square feet or anything. I am talking about 300 square feet at best. Dinner quest included David and Alison, Julie, Mike and Debbie, Doug, Mark, Chris, Peter and myself. They literally had to move all the furniture out of the house to fit us all in for a meal. I have to say it was a very nice intimate time. The food was great, roasted goat, mashed potatoes, cabbage salad, goat stew, and flat bread (can’t remember what it is called). For dessert, orange slices and hot Chai tea with milk. Delicious.
David entertained us with stories of when he, Cosmas, and Peter were boys going through Moran training. Which is a right of passage for young men in this culture where they go out, sleep in the bush, are circumcised, and practice warfare techniques by raiding other camps. The training sends the boys into adulthood. The stories had us laughing and before long, it was off to bed.
The interesting thing about this place is you feel like you are stepping back in time, while at the same time, you get little glimpses into the modern world. Doug used this analogy; Living in the US we can see the future, here they are still in the past, we just need to connect the dots in between. It always makes me smile. We be out walking amongst the homesteads, mud huts with thatched roofs, cooking by wood fires of corn cobs, and then you look up and there is a woman coming out of the hut talking on a Nokia cell phone. Makes you double take every time.
The next two days will be the crux of the whole trip as the final pieces of the bridge will be put together and the big crane will come to lift it into place. Should be interesting.
Check back later to see how everything went. More pics to come......
Thanks
Tim
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Friday Saturday Sunday
Today was the first day where we did not have to work on the bridge. We had a couple of things we would have liked to get accomplished but, if they were not done, no problem (hacuna mutate). We had a leisurely morning. Mark, Mike and my Dad were headed into town to work in the fabrication shop. My Dad was cutting the wood that will be used as the bridge deck, while Mike was to help Ben with the bridge fabrication. Doug, Chris and I were to hang back at the training center and try to survey the new secondary school site for the architect in Sacramento. We also wanted to take a walk down to the log bridge. The log bridge is just that, a bridge across the (I can't remember the name) river that flows into the Kipkaren River that consists of a 24-inch diameter log that goes 80-feet from bank to bank. Every year several people die trying to cross the bridge when the water is high. This year twin boys were swept off the log and were found dead a couple miles down river.
Before Doug and I set out on the 30 minute walk to take some measurements and think of some ways in which a safer bridge could be constructed, we went over to the Children’s home to distribute the 30 or so pairs of soccer cleats we brought from the US for the kids. We also had some toothbrushes and other supplies. When we arrived Mr. Bushmai (sp) had the all boys who like to play soccer lined up outside. We went in, arranged the cleats by size, and had a couple kids come in at a time to find a pair that fit. For the kids that could not find their size we had t-shirts. I wish you could have seen the looks on the boy’s faces when they put the shoes on. They where looking at the bottoms of the shoes standing there staring at their feet. Once we distributed them all, they sprinted out to get a ball and try out their new stuff. We had a lot of smaller sizes too that fit the girls. Every year the kids from Kipkaren play against the kids from Ilula, the other ELI children’s home down near Eldoret. This year the Kipkaren boys lost, but the girls were triumphant against Ilula.
After we finished Doug and I headed out to the log bridge. We started walking down the dirt road from the training center, past the school and around the bend. We headed off the main road and onto a smaller trail. There are children everywhere around hear. They come out of the bushes and wave to you, their big smiles lighting up the sky. We pass homestead after homestead on our way. This area of Kenya has endless land divided up into small farms and homesteads. Dirt paths and small roads connect them all. Car traffic off the main road is non-existent. Everybody either walks or rides a bike. The bikes hear are all 1950’s era English commuters, and they are everywhere. There must be millions of them all the same style. The Kenyans have personalized them to their own taste with colored tape, fenders, and mud flaps. In the cities, they have made them into bicycle taxis called Bodo Bodo. They put a decorated pad on the rack over the rear wheel and the passenger travels by just jumping on and holding tight. Some have music so the passenger can relax while swerving in and out of the crazy traffic in the city. For mast people, if they don’t have a bike, they walk. To get to the main towns like Eldoret, you would walk to the main road, and jump in a Mutatu (Moo ta too), a small mini van/taxi. These things are everywhere, and they cram as many people in them as they can. It is not uncommon to see 20 people crammed into a 10 passenger van.
Anyway, Doug and I turn off the main road, down a small dirt path with chickens wandering about. Then take a right onto a smaller trail and head down to the river where we come to the log bridge. The water is low right now, so the log sits about ten feet above the water. It is 12-inches wide on one end and about 24-inches wide on the other. Last year Mica ran a cable across to aid people in crossing, but people still do fall off once the water gets too high and makes the log slippery. We took some pictures, sketched out the site and came up with some ideas about how to construct a replacement that would be safer. As we are sitting there a father comes walking across with two kids, 18-months and 7 years old. He crosses the bridge with the baby on his shoulders a bag of maze in one hand with his seven year old in the other. That site would freak out most western mothers. Another woman comes loaded with a couple of baskets on her head, and she slowly makes her way across. You have to remember, none of the Kenyans know how to swim, so if they go in, the will surly drown.
We made our way back and get picked up by Nelson, who is just happening to be traveling with the crane operator from Eldoret. We needed him to come down to the site to asses the situation and identify the most appropriate location for the crane to lift the bridge into place. This is a critical aspect of the construction, if he says he can’t do it, we will be scrambling to find a solution. We walk over to the other side of the bridge and we locate where we would need to place the crane. The operator says it looks good and that it should not be a problem, but if the rains come, we would need a bulldozer to get the crane out of the river bottom. Therefore, we need to pray for good weather in order for this thing to happen.
We head back to the training center and take a badly needed nap, the days have been very hot and we are all starting to get very tired, so the break in the work has been very welcome. After the nap, Doug and I head over to the site where the community is going to build a secondary school. We spend a couple of hours surveying the site and head back to camp. I scheduled a Skype call with Tracy and the boys for 6:30, so we had a couple of hours and we walked over to the Medical Clinic. ELI originally build the clinic about six or seven years ago and has been expanding it ever since. The have an HIV/Aids testing and education center, maternity and post partum care, chemist (Pharmacy), and they just added an eye doctor. They whole thing is very primitive compared to western standards, but it is very good considering the only other medical care is in Eldoret. Which is an hour and twenty minutes by car, assuming you have access to a car. While we were there we were given a private tour by Oscar and she (Yes Oscar is a woman) showed us around and too us to their newest building, which houses the home care office and some other rooms. That is where we met, Baby Michele. About two months before we arrived on of the local mothers was having trouble delivering and she dyed on the way to the clinic. The nurses were able to save the baby and now the staff is caring her for, before she is adopted by one of the families at the Children’s Home. They family waited to take her to the clinic because they didn’t have insurance. Do you know who much health insurance cost in Kenya? Six dollars. We were speaking to David, the Bishop of the area, and he was pleading that something needs to be done, that people should not be dying over six dollars. She lived on the other side of the bridge and her family had carry her over the old bridge before the ambulance (a 1980’s Toyota Land Cruiser with some benches in the back) could pick her up. Once the new bridge is constructed, the Ambulance will be able to drive across the bridge.
We say thank you to Oscar and head back so I can make my Skype appointment with Tracy. It is amazing what technology can do. Here I was in the middle of the back roads of Kenya video calling with Tracy and kids over a satellite connection free. Skype is awesome.
That night it rained very hard. The wind blew and it came down in buckets.
Saturday we headed into town to see the Children’s Home in Ilula, and visit with John Rono and his family. John is a freshman civil engineering student and Moi University and came to visit the US back in June. He stayed for 6 weeks and got to see tons of things in California. He visited a bunch of engineering firms and stayed for two weeks at the International House at UC Berkeley.
It was great to see John and visit with his family. He took us out to Moi University and showed us where he goes to school. Getting out to Moi U was interesting. The road out there had to be, by far the worst road I, or any body else on the team have been on in our lives. It is so bad that you don’t even drive on the road, most people just drive on the shoulder. The University was very sad. That is the thing about Kenya, everybody complains about how corrupt the government is, and the public facilities are run down dumps. Jon lives in a brand new dorm, completed last year and the place looks like it has been around for 50 years and nobody has been taking care of it. We walked down the hall, the faucet in the bathroom is broken, and water is flooding the hall. The flooring is coming up and there are broken windows. The place looks like a refugee camp. This is one of the largest Universities in Kenya.
We head out and make our way back to Eldoret where we have a date to have dinner and Soren and Brigetta Peterson’s house. Soren and Brigetta are from Holland and have been in Kenya for over 13 years. Soren runs a fabrication shop and he builds churches and other facilities for missionary groups and the churches in Kenya. They are an amazing couple and have quite the story to tell about how they got to where they are and how their faith in the Lord has led them to where they are today. This is not your ordinary couple by any means. Over the course of a couple of hours, Soren laid out their story. It is hard to put into words the incredible things they have been through, life and death, fighting the political establishment and putting their faith in God so many times when the end seemed near. Listening to them was truly inspiring. In 2006 they build 187 churches in Kenya. They have four Children, the two oldest go to boarding school in Nairobi.
We made our way back to Kipkaren got a good night sleep and woke up late. We went to Church on Sunday. The three-hour service was filled with wonderful singing, powerful prayer, and a great message from Debbie. It was a little embarrassing when the Bishop asked the bridge team to come up and sing a song. We were all looking at each other trying to think up something we all knew. Finally, we got Alman to lead us in Our God Is an Awesome God. It was perfect, one verse, over and over again. After the song, we told them we were better builders (Fundi) than singers.
Now we wait for Monday to come. The bridge will hopefully be taken out to the site on Tuesday, the four sections welded together on Wednesday and put into place on Thursday (Thanksgiving day). The community is very excited and they are planning a big celebration. We continue to pray that all the pieces will fall into place.
Thanks for reading.
God Bless.
Before Doug and I set out on the 30 minute walk to take some measurements and think of some ways in which a safer bridge could be constructed, we went over to the Children’s home to distribute the 30 or so pairs of soccer cleats we brought from the US for the kids. We also had some toothbrushes and other supplies. When we arrived Mr. Bushmai (sp) had the all boys who like to play soccer lined up outside. We went in, arranged the cleats by size, and had a couple kids come in at a time to find a pair that fit. For the kids that could not find their size we had t-shirts. I wish you could have seen the looks on the boy’s faces when they put the shoes on. They where looking at the bottoms of the shoes standing there staring at their feet. Once we distributed them all, they sprinted out to get a ball and try out their new stuff. We had a lot of smaller sizes too that fit the girls. Every year the kids from Kipkaren play against the kids from Ilula, the other ELI children’s home down near Eldoret. This year the Kipkaren boys lost, but the girls were triumphant against Ilula.
After we finished Doug and I headed out to the log bridge. We started walking down the dirt road from the training center, past the school and around the bend. We headed off the main road and onto a smaller trail. There are children everywhere around hear. They come out of the bushes and wave to you, their big smiles lighting up the sky. We pass homestead after homestead on our way. This area of Kenya has endless land divided up into small farms and homesteads. Dirt paths and small roads connect them all. Car traffic off the main road is non-existent. Everybody either walks or rides a bike. The bikes hear are all 1950’s era English commuters, and they are everywhere. There must be millions of them all the same style. The Kenyans have personalized them to their own taste with colored tape, fenders, and mud flaps. In the cities, they have made them into bicycle taxis called Bodo Bodo. They put a decorated pad on the rack over the rear wheel and the passenger travels by just jumping on and holding tight. Some have music so the passenger can relax while swerving in and out of the crazy traffic in the city. For mast people, if they don’t have a bike, they walk. To get to the main towns like Eldoret, you would walk to the main road, and jump in a Mutatu (Moo ta too), a small mini van/taxi. These things are everywhere, and they cram as many people in them as they can. It is not uncommon to see 20 people crammed into a 10 passenger van.
Anyway, Doug and I turn off the main road, down a small dirt path with chickens wandering about. Then take a right onto a smaller trail and head down to the river where we come to the log bridge. The water is low right now, so the log sits about ten feet above the water. It is 12-inches wide on one end and about 24-inches wide on the other. Last year Mica ran a cable across to aid people in crossing, but people still do fall off once the water gets too high and makes the log slippery. We took some pictures, sketched out the site and came up with some ideas about how to construct a replacement that would be safer. As we are sitting there a father comes walking across with two kids, 18-months and 7 years old. He crosses the bridge with the baby on his shoulders a bag of maze in one hand with his seven year old in the other. That site would freak out most western mothers. Another woman comes loaded with a couple of baskets on her head, and she slowly makes her way across. You have to remember, none of the Kenyans know how to swim, so if they go in, the will surly drown.
We made our way back and get picked up by Nelson, who is just happening to be traveling with the crane operator from Eldoret. We needed him to come down to the site to asses the situation and identify the most appropriate location for the crane to lift the bridge into place. This is a critical aspect of the construction, if he says he can’t do it, we will be scrambling to find a solution. We walk over to the other side of the bridge and we locate where we would need to place the crane. The operator says it looks good and that it should not be a problem, but if the rains come, we would need a bulldozer to get the crane out of the river bottom. Therefore, we need to pray for good weather in order for this thing to happen.
We head back to the training center and take a badly needed nap, the days have been very hot and we are all starting to get very tired, so the break in the work has been very welcome. After the nap, Doug and I head over to the site where the community is going to build a secondary school. We spend a couple of hours surveying the site and head back to camp. I scheduled a Skype call with Tracy and the boys for 6:30, so we had a couple of hours and we walked over to the Medical Clinic. ELI originally build the clinic about six or seven years ago and has been expanding it ever since. The have an HIV/Aids testing and education center, maternity and post partum care, chemist (Pharmacy), and they just added an eye doctor. They whole thing is very primitive compared to western standards, but it is very good considering the only other medical care is in Eldoret. Which is an hour and twenty minutes by car, assuming you have access to a car. While we were there we were given a private tour by Oscar and she (Yes Oscar is a woman) showed us around and too us to their newest building, which houses the home care office and some other rooms. That is where we met, Baby Michele. About two months before we arrived on of the local mothers was having trouble delivering and she dyed on the way to the clinic. The nurses were able to save the baby and now the staff is caring her for, before she is adopted by one of the families at the Children’s Home. They family waited to take her to the clinic because they didn’t have insurance. Do you know who much health insurance cost in Kenya? Six dollars. We were speaking to David, the Bishop of the area, and he was pleading that something needs to be done, that people should not be dying over six dollars. She lived on the other side of the bridge and her family had carry her over the old bridge before the ambulance (a 1980’s Toyota Land Cruiser with some benches in the back) could pick her up. Once the new bridge is constructed, the Ambulance will be able to drive across the bridge.
We say thank you to Oscar and head back so I can make my Skype appointment with Tracy. It is amazing what technology can do. Here I was in the middle of the back roads of Kenya video calling with Tracy and kids over a satellite connection free. Skype is awesome.
That night it rained very hard. The wind blew and it came down in buckets.
Saturday we headed into town to see the Children’s Home in Ilula, and visit with John Rono and his family. John is a freshman civil engineering student and Moi University and came to visit the US back in June. He stayed for 6 weeks and got to see tons of things in California. He visited a bunch of engineering firms and stayed for two weeks at the International House at UC Berkeley.
It was great to see John and visit with his family. He took us out to Moi University and showed us where he goes to school. Getting out to Moi U was interesting. The road out there had to be, by far the worst road I, or any body else on the team have been on in our lives. It is so bad that you don’t even drive on the road, most people just drive on the shoulder. The University was very sad. That is the thing about Kenya, everybody complains about how corrupt the government is, and the public facilities are run down dumps. Jon lives in a brand new dorm, completed last year and the place looks like it has been around for 50 years and nobody has been taking care of it. We walked down the hall, the faucet in the bathroom is broken, and water is flooding the hall. The flooring is coming up and there are broken windows. The place looks like a refugee camp. This is one of the largest Universities in Kenya.
We head out and make our way back to Eldoret where we have a date to have dinner and Soren and Brigetta Peterson’s house. Soren and Brigetta are from Holland and have been in Kenya for over 13 years. Soren runs a fabrication shop and he builds churches and other facilities for missionary groups and the churches in Kenya. They are an amazing couple and have quite the story to tell about how they got to where they are and how their faith in the Lord has led them to where they are today. This is not your ordinary couple by any means. Over the course of a couple of hours, Soren laid out their story. It is hard to put into words the incredible things they have been through, life and death, fighting the political establishment and putting their faith in God so many times when the end seemed near. Listening to them was truly inspiring. In 2006 they build 187 churches in Kenya. They have four Children, the two oldest go to boarding school in Nairobi.
We made our way back to Kipkaren got a good night sleep and woke up late. We went to Church on Sunday. The three-hour service was filled with wonderful singing, powerful prayer, and a great message from Debbie. It was a little embarrassing when the Bishop asked the bridge team to come up and sing a song. We were all looking at each other trying to think up something we all knew. Finally, we got Alman to lead us in Our God Is an Awesome God. It was perfect, one verse, over and over again. After the song, we told them we were better builders (Fundi) than singers.
Now we wait for Monday to come. The bridge will hopefully be taken out to the site on Tuesday, the four sections welded together on Wednesday and put into place on Thursday (Thanksgiving day). The community is very excited and they are planning a big celebration. We continue to pray that all the pieces will fall into place.
Thanks for reading.
God Bless.
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