Daktari

I have vague memories that there was a TV show called Daktari ("Doctor") in the 70's. Friday I had my first visit with one, but don't worry – nothing wrong with me. For the second time I ran into the guy with the cast on his hand, who of course (again) wanted money for the doctor. He said he needed X-rays taken that cost 10,000 shilling, but he had only 3,000. If I could give him 3,000?

Ah, OK, so to speak. I had no idea how that was gonna help pay for the X-rays, which would still have been 4,000 out of his reach. So I said "Let's go to the hospital." I wanted to see first hand (no pun intended). He got questioned by a nurse for a couple of minutes, then came the daktari. He seemed to know the guy and immediately said "Three more weeks." All of the conversation with the nurse and part of the conversation with the daktari was in Swahili, so I have no idea what they were talking about. "Three more weeks" is all the daktari kept saying to me. End of visit.

I also came by a different shop that sold bicycles. I saw one that could be decent after a few changes. He wanted 100,000 and said changes would be made by tomorrow, same time. Much better and cheaper than going through middle man Rasta John.

Saturday I went for a run. So far I had only been going out for 20-45 minutes, so I could be home before the Malaria flies would wake up (they are night active only). But Saturday morning I had of course more time, so I ended up going out a different way and ran for about 1h15. It was a nice area. Quiet and peaceful and good to know that I can come back here and relax.

There was also a Golf course. I don't know much about Golf – not even the difference between a Birdie and a Tweedy. But I know enough to say that the green looked a little rough. Not as rough as the adjacent "roughby" field, though. That was a real meadow and made sure that the tough rugby players stayed just that – tough.

I later went to town and made a call to my parents (the home phone here is still broken and my guess of shower or phone being fixed by Christmas may have been overly optimistic) and checked on the bicycle. Nothing had been fixed of course...

I started laying out my thesis and wrote a few pages already. The prof will likely get back to me by tomorrow (Monday) with his suggestions for the summary. Things are shaping up.

The picture is from the tropical rain storm on Friday...