Day 22

Well five matatu rides and a robbery later...I'm home.
We decided kind of last minute to go see the 14 Falls which are close to Thika. To get there we had to walk from Brackenhurst down to the main road, catch a matatu to Limuru, walk through the streets to another matatu station to catch one to Nairobi, spend a fair bit of time walking to another matatu to take us to Thika, and finally catching our final matatu to the 14 Falls. It may say it's a 14 passenger van but let me assure you that it is quite possible to squeeze in 20 people. But the 14 Falls were breath taking. We pulled up to a very flat area of land that looked like a red Texas desert and I was pretty much convinced that we were about to start filming Taken 3. However we walked along the path until we found the ticket box and paid our entrance fee, rounded the corner and a river was flowing along the plains just as flat as could be and then dramatically plummeting off a cliff. We got to dip our feet in the water and after jumping from boulder to boulder across the river Ayoub is convinced that I am the daughter of Tarzan (Dad is there something you have been hiding from me?)
After hanging out there for a while we caught a matatu back to Nairobi. Earlier, Kelly and I decided we were going to meet the other group of volunteers at Carnivore. Best decision of the night. It's a really nice restaurant where they bring you all types of meat for you to try and it's all you can eat. I promised the table that I would try everything without dismissing it from the name or its appearance. Next time I'm not going to promise any such thing. We had samples of normal dishes such as chicken, turkey, lamb, beef, sausages. Then there was the more...interesting items such as ostrich, ostrich meatballs, and ox balls. And because of my promise I had to try a little bit of everything. Everything. The ostrich was great but the ox balls? No. No thank you. And for dessert they brought out pineapple pie and tea. After we put down our little yellow flag of surrender, it was time to dance. Little did we know that they were also holding a talent show in the next room so we got to see some pretty stunning acts. But, I felt like I was at prom in my street clothes. So, we went outside where the dance floor was. Let me tell you that people are not afraid to dance here. You have everything from the classic shaking of the hips to pretending you are a basketball start shooting the winning shot moves. When we got hot we went and bought a couple of cold drinks (don't go thinking they were "adult" drinks mom. I was in Letters) and found the only other white people at the club. They were both extremely nice and I found out that they are from Indianapolis and attended the United States Merchant Marine Academy and were flying a plane back from Japan. Ya it sounds like a pretty boring job to me too. After extreme peer pressure to go dance we made our way to the dance floor. After a few minutes however I felt a tug on my bag and discovered someone's hand rummaging around on my sack. Queue my awesome karate moves. I told the guys what had happened and they both checked their back pockets to which one discovered everything was there and the other had his entire wallet stolen. That definitely put an end to our night so we headed out. Kelly and I had planned on just taking the bus back with the group we met up with but to our horror they only took the small car and barely had room enough for themselves. Remember how I said you could fit 20 people in a 14 passenger van? Well we found a way to cram 7 people into that small car. And the great thing is that right after we walked through the door of the house, the rain started.