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My Peace Corps service in Kisumu
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|By Tim White (smtp-tw.ssfhs.org - 188.8.131.52) on Thursday, September 01, 2005 - 9:22 am: Edit Post|
I served in Kenya '90-'92. My site for '91 was a secondary school near Homa Bay and I frequently travelled to Kisumu, often for the monthly softball games against the Japanese volunteers. One of my funniest experiences in Kenya occurred on a bus trip between Homa Bay and Kisumu on one of these weekends. The ride was always several hours long, starting and stopping, loading and unloading, bouncing along the rutted roads with the usual cacophony of sights, sounds and smells, chickens stuffed under the seats and sheep tied to the roof. We were finally making some decent time, along the main road toward Kisumu when the cracked windshield of the delapidated bus finally gave way and slumped into the bus. The subsequent actions of the buses "conductors" exemplify the twisted logic of life in Kenya. Not wanting to further delay our trip and inconvenience the passengers with unexpected delay, the driver kept barrelling along at top speed. The conductors stood at the front of the bus and simply kicked the windshield out the front of the bus where it crashed to the tarmac and the bus bumpedity-bumped on over it. We endured the rest of the trip into Kisumu with dust and wind blowing in through the open front of the bus, able now to appreciate how those sheep must feel all day on the roof.