Walking the streets

I walked the streets of Nanyuki while the medical crew did their work. Most of the time I was with Joe, a local Nanyukan, also, surprisingly, a minister, because he must be still a teenager. He translated for me as needed and of course provided protection. I had the privileage to lead two women, visiting from nairobi, to the building where the medical treatment was being held. We got lost, so we returned back to where we started. I was foolish to think I knew the way.

Interestingly enough, our driver, Charles, got lost in the streets on Nanyuki while trying to take us to a church. The funny thing was that I knew exactly where to go. It felt good being an American and giving driving directions to a Kenyan.