Thursday 27th November, 19:37 p.m., Naivasha Golf Club

Back to Naivasha. I spent last night and this morning at a friend's house in Langatta. It's a really pretty estate that she lives in -she gave me a tour round it and the neighbouring area. I also got to see where the famous Carnivore restaurant is -- I really want to eat at that place after hearing about it for the past four years! There is a water park opposite as well and since the weather is absolutely GORGEOUS I want to get myself down there at some point. Yes the weather, the weather is BEAUTIFUL -- I get to wear T-shirts… without a coat… and I'm still hot! This is real sun - not the fake British sun when you look out of the window and see the sun shining but then feel like you're stepping into a fridge when you step out of the door. The Fuhomi peeps picked me up at around 2 p.m. and we drove down to Naivasha. Kenya is really green at the moment -- the land on either side of the highway is so lush. We stopped to buy roasted maize – around 10 guys mobbed the car and shoved maize cobs in my face yelling in Kikuyu. Don't you just love an enthusiastic salesman?! I got to see most of the team – the interns seem to have grown in confidence a lot and they clearly have gelled a great deal as a team. It bodes well for the teambuilding sessions I’m hoping to hold over the next couple of weeks. I got to see my old neighbours as well and their kids -- it's weird to hear one of them, Njoki, talking to me in English. She’s pretty fluent these days. I'm ashamed of myself – oh to be bilingual! I'm not really up-to-date on the politics at the moment -- all I caught was one news item about Kenyan MPs who despite being the highest paid legislators in the world, are refusing to pay tax. They refer to tax as a form of "philanthropy" and say they would like to give their "charity" directly to organisations of their choice rather than through taxes! These people are sick -- an ordinary man earning around £75 a month is being taxed so much that at the end he only has around £40 disposable income whilst MPs refuse to pay tax of £25 per month! One MP even said that MPs didn't want to have to live in the same way that their constituents had to live! I suppose human corruption has no limits but this really took the biscuit.

Later on in the evening....the dogs outside are barking like crazy. I have a natural instinct that tells me if they're barking there must be some kind of danger which is ridiculous as they apparantly bark all night and they are great security guards. Glad I packed the earplugs

Wednesday 26th November, around 1.30 British time, 3.30 Kenyan time, somewhere over Egypt

I'm feeling drowsy... maybe it's the lack of sleep, maybe it's that awful, processed mulch they served after we took off. Something about beef and lasagna - I don't know - but whatever it was pretending to be it’s now sat like a large bowling ball lodged in my stomach. Or maybe it was that bottle of wine... I chose French over Australian -- some illusion of refinement I guess passed through my head at the time (illusion being the operative word as this was plane food after all). There's four hours and 20 minutes left to go. The window next to me feels really hot -- it feels strange touching it as on the outside there's an ice pattern spread across the pane. Unfortunately I can’t see Egypt. Just miles of clouds make it look like we’re skimming across Antarctica. The man in front has been complaining that he should be sat in business class. The stewardess patiently explained that since he only paid 600 Euros for his ticket whilst business class seats cost in the region of £3000 he was most probably in the right place -- in economy with the rest of us unfortunate sardines. Although now it's not called economy -- according to my ticket and I am a "World Traveller". They make it sound like I'm on some kind of grand tour, ticking off countries on the way. I love it how airlines rename things to make them sound less crap when actually your legs are getting just as cramped as they always used to. My neighbour is the silent but smiley type. We have a seat between us and so I can dump all of the crap that I didn't fit in my hand luggage, next to me. I was rather overpowered when h removed his shoes at the beginning of the flight -- I thought there was something wrong with the air-conditioning but quickly unwrinkled my nose when I saw him stretching out his toes. He also seems to have unfortunate case of flatulence -- and in a plane there is really no escape! I've tried to prep for some sessions with the team but can’t really focus. I feel quite under pressure, like I've taken on too much. Taking off in a plane you realise just how little you are, how insignificant and tiny you as you glide through the crowds and watch human life turn into what looks like a google map below you. My gut reaction was "God you are really, really great!" I want to have that gut reaction when thinking about the future for Fuhomi and NYM. I know that faith is a choice I need to make in this situation… being sure of what I cannot see. This trip really came out of nowhere -- my plans for myself were really in ashes when this trip dropped into my lap -- I know that God must have something interesting planned. It's just trusting him with that…