It is a two hour drive to the town of Kangundo. That is where the pavement ends and the red dirt road to Miriam's parent's village begins. If you are not in the front of the line of vehicles you are eating everyone's dust, and there is a lot of it. The vegetation on either side is caked in red mud.
The recent bit of rain has helped reduce the dust, but nothing can help reduce the ruts. Wachira, our driver, calls it his free massage service.
The further up the hill we go the vegetation becomes more and more dense, and we begin to see beautiful views of crop terraces that surround the hills of Kangundo.
As we finally begin the final ascent up the road to Miriam's parent's farm, the mamas of the village who are supported by Kizimani appear in front of us singing and waving branches.
We followed them up to the house where they continued to dance and sing. Seeing the utter joy on their faces and the feeling of being so welcomed brought me to tears.
Isaac and Monica, Miriam's parents, had a surprise for the medical team. They had been busy building a guest addition to their house so that the team could stay overnight the three days we were in Kangundo. This allowed the team to have more hours serving the people in their village and not have to spend the additional 4 hours traveling to and from Nairobi... This was a huge blessing to our medical team.
The addition is to the right of the porch and the table had chai and mandazi (kenyan donuts) waiting for us each morning when we arrived. They also prepared our lunch each day with the help of several of the mamas that live nearby. We were all overcome with the hospitality and generosity of Monica and Isaac and their community.
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