Monday 15th
We were hideously busy today. We arrived at church at 8 am so that Mama Deborah could say goodbye to Suz, only to find that she had already left by the time we got there. So we went into town to buy coffee for people in the UK. Only two people though because I’ve spend all my money this month on fancy restaurants and car taxis. I now have like 5p for the next three weeks. Wish me luck. And we popped into Kenya Airways to find out if Suz would be allowed to fly with her 8ft djembe, giant wooden spoon and beaded walking stick.
Then we went to visit my friend Patrick. He is very sick with Malaria, and lives alone so has no one to care for him. So we went and took him a hearty supply of water and imitation rich tea biscuits, the staple diet for any sick person.
After this we went home and Suzanna packed. Then Enoch visisted. Then Mama Deborah visited. Then we we walked them part of the way home, as is the custom here. Maybe it's to make sure they've actually gone?!
Finally it was time to go to the airport (finally as in 'in conclusion' and not as in 'at last'). Jash met us there to say a final tearful goodbye, and then she was gone. Thus endeth Suz and Nic's adventure in Africa.
So then I went to the post office to see if any birthday packages had arrived. Still none. Hope is fast waning like a cold winter sun (we've been reading LOTR together. It's making me feel quite dramatic).
And then Bible study. We were talking about the evils of alcohol, and apparently of dancing too. My contribution of 'well it can't be that bad because Jesus drank wine', was needless to say not translated by either Dora or the pastor's wife.