The feeling of breathing again..........
Dear Friends,Family and to Einar:
Ever since I arrived (on May 28th 2010) everyone in Kenya thinks I am a Kenyan or have spent 2 yrs in Kenya or Tanzania. They say it is because I look Asian ( what the locals call Indian or a Patel; a name of a popular indian businessman) because of my fair skin complexion, the manner in which I cope with the environment and the litttle swahilli I know, these are the things that people say gives me away as a local person. On my visit to the Massai Merrueshi clan they give me the name Nenkola it means someone who carries a lot of luggage because I was carrying my jacket everywhere with me.It has everything even an emergency first aid kit which you never know when it can come in handy. It was fun........I learned so much.
Today(May 5th 2010) a car tried to take over our bus and there was an accident; the bus was ok and everyone in it, but the car was badly damaged but the driver was ok. I rushed over as soon as we stopped because I had with me a kit for emergency first aid but since the driver was not bleeding and seemed ok, I just took his jacket and rolled it up to place around his neck for c-spinal stabilization. I tested his reflexes and they seemed fine but his shoulder got a hard lash since he complained of pain in that area. After I put c-spine I told him to remain still until the police or ambulance came. Everyone from our bus was then transferred to another bus to get to Kisumu before dark since it was getting late.
Well that is it for now. I just arrived in Kisumu and now we are off to catch a bus to Khwisero.
Bye for now
Love Always:
Renee.
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