Life in a Border Town....

Hey guys! Hope everyone is doin well katika America. (Katika means 'in') I'm sittin i the posta workin on a Dell Computer that they just got. How about that...move from Austin to Busia, Kenya to work on a Dell coputer. Well Busia is shaping up to be everything an African border town should be. I live right next door to a giant bar/club that blares Kenyan music through my window until about 6 am every morning. I wake up by 6:30 to let the workers into my house so they can finish building it then I hide in my room for a few hours. I sneak out and walk around town a bit...usually to the chorus of children yelling 'Mazungu HOW ARE YOU!?!' repeatedly even after I say Im fine. If anyone visits me get ready because you never thought you would ever hate hearing the words 'How are you?', but to me they have become this constant droning background noise that the Kenyan children gladly provide. As I have walked around my town I have come to realize that my town is essentially made up of bars and alot of the women here......well lets just say that they dont work alot during the day. My landlord is a really great guy and overly helpful at times....I dont think he knows how to respond to having a mazungu (white man) in his building. His sons definately dont know what to the think of me. The eldest is cool and will talk...the teenaged one tends to get nervous unless he is around his friends. Teenagers are the same everywhere I guess. While my town itself is not what I would call attractive the area surrounding it is really beautiful. This part of Kenya is really green and a little more tropical looking than the stereotypical savannah scenes that you see on postcards. Well now that I have regular access to a computer I can keep this up much more. Talk at ya later!