VBS was over; bags were packed; last minute photos were being snapped.
I find myself with some anxiety, perhaps apprehension sounds nicer. Primarily it strikes when I am not sure what is going to happen when it really matters. I had emailed the van service of our desires to use our day of departure, Saturday, August 21st, for souvenir shopping. We also needed to eat a decent lunch and exchange our money. Questions lurking in my mind included important issues such as safe food and not so important issue such as finding the right gifts for people at acceptable prices. (Did I tell you I hate bargaining?)
Our drivers, Peter and John, arrived at 7:30 am for a 9 am departure. Luggage of all shapes and sizes was crammed in to the back of the two vehicles. A little pandemonium I must say. They explained to me the route of the day. When I listened to the idea of a factory tour, I was a bit uncomfortable. After loading my body with all the breakfast I could handle, we said our goodbyes and hugged for one more time. Down the road we went.
Well the factory idea ended up being fabulous! The Kazuri company is a “fair wage” organization that was purposefully established to hire needy women and equip them with a trade that would lift them out of slum life. The handmade clay beads are transformed into gorgeous jewelry and sold at certain locations worldwide. The factory outlet offered set prices and I loved spending my money there. We all appreciated the clean bathrooms and onto our next stop we traveled.
Peter and John picked out a great place to eat and shop. This was outdoor dining in a very naturally beautiful setting, with a marvelous menu. After we ordered our food we slipped into the main building, the Utamaduni Craft Centre, (Friends of Africa, Limited) and spent the rest of our shillings. Little need to go to the exchange now!
After completing our shopping we delved into our meal. Jan ordered garlic bread and was still shopping. Not knowing it was her complete meal, some of the men ate it for her. So we ordered that meal again. From there we zipped to the airport.
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