After a long business dinner overlooking the lake, our group
started to thin out until it was just Vince and I sitting next to our hotel
pool discussing the logistics of the project.
At 10pm the restaurant turned down their music and across the lake and
in the mountains we could hear the melodies of African club music. The music
was a call to adventure Vince and I couldn’t resist. We asked our two waiters who
were our age to join us in finding the source of the music.
I couldn’t believe I was leaving the confines of the hotel
and venturing out into a new country on the back of a small motorcycle taxi.
The two night clubs we visited were small but packed with
people. Surprisingly, guys stood around in circles and danced. Occasionally, a
girl would grab a guy to dance with but just as often two guys would dance with
each other. The dancing was little
uncomfortable but overall it was a great time. I like to think I’m pretty
adventurous but I didn’t dance with any of the guys. Haha.
Early the next morning, Dr. Price, Justus and I attended a
local Catholic Church for Mass. The service was in Kiswahili, and we think it
might have been a special Mass for the children because there were A LOT of
children and the service was being videotaped. I have always found comfort in
attending Mass abroad. No matter where I am in the world, I can always find my
home in the Catholic Church.
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