Tuesday, December 8, 2009
African Update # 15 2009
Hot Springs Adventure
After 5 weeks of some pretty intense situations and ground breaking efforts in church planting we decided to take a break. So we put together some lunch materials and headed out for the two hour drive to Lake Bogoria Park. This lake is famous for its geysers and hot springs. Viewing the Kenyan countryside is always a treat.
Along the way we noticed large fields of something akin to Yucca plants and wondered what they were for. A few minutes later we notice a small factory with large lines of some material drying out in the sun. We pulled off the road to get some pictures. George began to explain that these were “Sisal” plants, whose fiber was being harvested to make various products. Just then a factory supervisor came over and asked if we wanted to tour the plant. He then directed us to the entrance of the factory and took us for a delightful look into the processing of Sisal leaves.
The brochure for the park had stated there were cheetahs and spiting "Black Mambas" cobras within the park, but we didn’t see any. Which, considering how much we walked around the lake, was probably a good thing.
You can read Amma’s or Joel’s blog and see it from their perspective but from my perspective, it was a little frightening. Especially since night fall is only now three or so hours away. Add to that scenario, that bandits frequent that road, the mosquitoes are formidable and carry Malaria, we have no water, and there are Black Mambas (spiting cobras) present in the area, not to mention the high speed, oversized, kitty cats in the area, that think highly of your “good taste”. After some very sincere soul searching, fervent prayer, humming some heart- felt hymns, and walking around the van in the 100 degree heat, trying to look tough with my cane; George pulled up with two very beautiful looking mechanics. No water, mind you, but two wonderful mechanics.
One had on, what was left of some smaller person's green overalls, completely covered with grease (that was a good sign) and the other had on dress pants with almost, a tee shirt. They worked for 30 minutes, completely taking the carburetor apart and removing the offending piece of grime. Which was no bigger than a grain of salt, (see Joel’s blog for a picture) but had caused us so much trouble. They went on their way a whopping thirteen dollars richer and possessing forever the knowledge that they had, that very day, saved the lives of 3 stranded Mozungus.
While we set there, this very old lady came up to beg some money. I told her I would give her 50 shillings if I could take her picture. She gratefully said yes, I took the picture and she proceeded on her way. As I looked at her picture today, I wondered … How do we reach such people? The answer, I believe, is not in us reaching them at all, but the Kenyans being raised up to reach their own. That is what we are doing here in Nakuru.