Kenya: A routine?

It's gotten normal. It's finely happened. When I first got here, I thought, this will soon be normal, I will soon take for granted all the crazy stuff that is Kenya, and it has happened. I now scoff at a whopping KSh 540 for a large dinner for three at nice restaurant (~USD 6.15), swat away moths as if they were just air, walk peacefully among the cattle and can watch the clouds gracefully without having my head glued to the uneven dirt roads.
I've started this routine this past week, I get up, go to Manaseh, come home, read, eat (around fucking NINE o'clock at night, which in the swahili language, is THREE o'clock at night, which is not only very confusing but also very late.) and sleep. Get up, repeat. Notice lack of shower. That is not a typo. That is life here: showerless, flush-less and very sunny. I have found very creative ways to wear my hair of late, out of my face, not looking like yarn from grease. I have also become accustomed to only drinking about .5 Liters of water a day (a VERY minimal amount). I have gotten used to the frequent power outtages (two today so far) and the lack of internet until the afternoon. The lack of phone. The craziness.
I'm feeling better about being a Mzungu. This new volunteer, his name is David and he's from around here, says that people just don't know how or where to start. They want to talk to me, but they don't know how. And I understand that, I do, but when Steve, this creep who has now discovered how I walk to and from Manaseh, (no, I can't vary the route, I don't know the way) tries to tell me that I'm taking him to my country, I have to shudder. It's creepy, okay?!
Tomorrow I'm heading to the coast and also Nairobi to see Georgia again, and I'm psyched. I really, really need the beach because my head hasn't been underwater in two weeks and I'm aching for beach. And, on another upside, hopefully my 'wetsuit' tan will disappear. (I have to dress in pretty long sleeves and I usually wear leggings, which has led to an unsightly shade of white paste surrounding the entire middle of my body).

It's also been nice to have David at Manaseh because it opens up new possibilities of teaching the kids simple science and more about America, as he can easily-ish switch between Swahili and English. Today I taught them about the water cycle, which was so kick ass and enjoyable. They were so captivated by the Magic School Bus. I can hardly wait to tell Georgia and Louise. But, on the other hand, the Hokey Pokey failed miserably as they can't understand any of the words and can't really distinguish that "Hokey Pokey" is a funny made up sound, and not just part of our vernacular.

So, until Sunday or Monday and my return, I leave you.