Adrenaline rush of teaching mixed with extreme sports.

So much to say.

I believe in this last week and a half I have brought new meaning to the phrase "Work hard play hard". My life has been crazy and exciting.

I have to go all the way back to last monday. On monday I left the farm by 8:30am. We drove an hour and thirty minutes up north towards Kitale. After our car almost falling into a river I got to a house with chairs set up under a tree. Then for the next 4 hours I taught 20 people the basics about HIV. I managed to get the whole group talking and at one point chanting "NO CURE" over and over with me. I had a blast. We then had to drive all the way back to the farm. The next day they moved me to a church where we were all more comfortable. At one point on that first day I looked out and saw all the women balancing their books on their heads to keep the sun out of there eyes. The best part about the church was standing at the front of the class with a duffle bag filled with wooden penises. There was also a rambunctious chorus of penis and vagina from my shy kenyan women and men respectively. Again, I am having fun.

My first group was suppose to be from Mon to Fri but I asked them if we could take friday off as I am a very busy person with things to do and people to see. They agreed. On thursday night we went for yamajoma and a ton of Simba cane spirit. During the night we had a very peculiar run in with a jungle prostitute as we have named her. What a night. Friday morning we relaxed and then took off for Uganda at around 12. As soon as we crossed the border people got more serious and all the lovely kenyan smiles went away. There was also much more military presence. By 5:30 I found my self with a cold beer over looking the Nile. I couldn't have been happier. The night was filled with good beer and great conversation. The six of us shared on beautiful room. Too bad we gave the couple the loft. We all had our Ipods on the next night.

The Saturday was so much fun. We were rafting on the Nile by 10am. I was in the front of the raft for the first part of the day. I loved it. I think in total we flipped about three or four times. We also had to lovely doctors in ours raft from the UK. We hung out with them for the rest of the weekend. We also had a great lunch which was snadwiches and potato salade. The best part about lunch was, wait for it, wait for it, CHEESE! Yes, I went to Uganda and found cheese. Kenyans just don't understand. This was my first taste of cheese since entering Africa. After a full day of rafting we had a full night out. We met up with american soldiers that I have to admit fit all of my stereotypes. One of the highlights for me was telling one of the UK doctors to propose on a speed bump instead of a mountain.

The next morning we were a pretty sorry bunch of sunburnt, hungover bruised people. I myself have never felt some of those muscles before. In this sorry state we wondered back to the Nile and I dragged Eilene bunge jumping with me. I was so scared. We did a tandem jump so we were tied together. Alistair has an amazing video of it. I can't wait to show anyone that is interested.

Our Matatu ride back to Kenya was pretty horrendous and involved a live chicken. It is now Wednesday and I have just gotten over that trip. I was exhausted. On Monday I gave my first session their test. They all passed except for the pastor. They mostly got As. I felt awesome.

I started a new group on Tuseday. This groups is going to be very different. When I asked them to introduce themselves and say why they had come it was intense. At least three people were taking this program in order to have the courage to go and get tested. Many other stood up and said that they hads lost children to the disease. That was only the first session. I feel like the pressure is on.

I am haunted by the fact that my ICODEI time is running out. This weekend we are hanging out around the farm and bungoma town in order to say goodbye. I leave next Saturday. WOW.