Kipilefti

Classes are over for the foreseeable future: midterms, then break. Later this week Bret and I are going to retry the hike that almost killed me a few months ago. I have hope, though: no mud this time (although there are dust and sun); I think I’m in better shape; and I’ll be carrying less.

It’s the season of clear blue skies. In the mornings there are often clouds in the valleys, sometimes clouds in the sky, but they former are gone by a few hours after sunrise, the latter by noon. In the afternoons the sun shines cold and bright and clear. It’s the season of no rain. The […]

Tingatinga (who I now think is a boy cat like Pol) stands on my blanketed legs, mews a tiny disconsolate mew. I put down my book and pet him for a moment, talk to him, and he moves up to sit on my stomach and looks at me, then curls up in front of my […]