Getting the lorry, a hired mini-bus, and Paul McFate's car loaded took time (Paul drove over from Tororo to assist us), before we hit the road. The surface deteriorated as we neared the border but the journey was easy. The border crossing was time consuming: we had to get Ugandan exit stamps, drive over the connecting bridge, see the Kenyan immigration authorities, unpack the Ugandan transport and load up the 2 minibuses Bishop Makona had brought for us. No-one believed that all the luggage and the team could possibly fit in 2 buses but judicious packing and a serious squeeze ensured we could all head into Kenya.
No-one was impressed to hear that a clinic had been arranged for the afternoon in Seresa: African travel always takes much longer than anticipated and true to form we were very late and poorly prepared. A short drive brought us to a church and our mood improved when we were swiftly ushered into a house and served a hearty lunch of chicken, cabbage, (spinach like) leaves, rice and chapatis.
We set up a rudimentary clinic in the late afternoon, but treatment had largely to be limited to passing out pills. Even then it was well after dark when we left for Bishop's village, Nakhosi. There we were pleasantly surprised by the accomodation which was better than we had been led to expect (a lot of work has been done to improve the mission house and orphanage recently). The single people were all shoehorned into the mission house while the two married couples each had a room in what will soon be the orphanage kitchens (then moved next day to rooms in Bishop's house). Another substantial meal in the main room of the mission house (which could just accomodate us with Jean, an IAM missionary who lives in the house) and we headed for bed.
