I wake up sweating by the heat and the birds singing. My legs still hurt a bit, i need water and a shower.
I enjoy the water. I soap up. When i turn the handle and stand there with the expectation of more of the salty, wet, refreshing fluid there is – nothing. I am irritated. After i while i decide to search the house warden. She looks at least as irritated as me, but figures the problem pretty fast and turns on the water pump. So…the water is pumped from a well to the roof and operates on pressure – now i know why almost all buildings here have those large tanks on the roof.
I decide to take another slow day, reading, eating Mangos, sleeping, enyoing the colors, sounds and the lack of tasks at hand.
The Warden house doesn’t seem very comfortable – i wonder if the use the apartments if no guests are there.
I spot some of my friends running around the roof each other day.
I book my travel to Nairobi by train and decide to sign up for the Kite class again. The mini forest on the property keeps impressing me, i would like something like that of my own.
Some cows randomly cross my way to the Beach.
Dinner is nice and Jessica has some amazing Stories to share…live was not too good to her.
I learn the girls at the Beach on Sylvester where professionals and the guy that talked to me their “caretaker”. A Woman was about to be robbed on new years eve, ran away, got hit by a car and died. The car that hit her drove away.
