Homa Bay back to Nakuru

After breakfast at Hippo Buck Hotel, we went back to the pier and discovered that the weed (Anton calls it duckweed?) had floated out of the bay overnight but was still visible off in the distance. This left the bay clear for fishing boats. As we stood on the pier watching, some locals in a boat asked if we wanted a ride, and we said sure! We put our rubber boots on and they took us on a short ride around the bay. It was very exciting, Anton was quite terrified. There was a large hole at the front of the boat, and one of the guys behind us was regularly bailing as they were paddling away.

We survived, and then we explored the open market while we waited for Polykens' brother to arrive. One of the locals started yelling at Frances after she took a picture. He was trying to incite everyone around him but they stayed calm. Polykens told them that they wouldn't like to be yelled at if they went to a strange country. He wanted money for their picture being taken. The funny part was that she hadn't taken a picture of them, just a french fry cooker.

We met Polyken's brother Isaac and had chai at Hippo Buck. Then for the long drive back to Nakuru. Poly let Anton drive through the gorgious Rift Valley. We stopped in to buy some tea leaves, and Poly found Gillian, his wife's sister. She of course invited us to her home for chai. Unfortunately for Frances, after a 45 minute wait it turned out to be chai masala (made with cinnamon).

Back to Nakuru and the evening with Polykens and his family. His daughter Mercy was just arrived home from school.
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