This morning, after the mass concluded, I told the people, "Kwaheri, dada zangu na ndugu zangu," good-bye my sisters and brothers. After mass, Consolata came up to me and told me she had something to say but that she couldn't because she was going to start crying. I felt the same way.
Fr. Mutiso and I caught the bus to Nairobi at 9:30am. It was longer going back than coming to Mombassa. On the way there was the expectation of things to come, reunions with old freinds to make, and the excitement of the unknown. None of that was there for the return voyage. Mombassa temperatures are low 90's each day, so the trip was a bit hot, but not bad. We arrived in Nairobi at 6:00pm, the last 90 minutes of which were spent either stopped or crawling in Nairobi's rush hour gridlock.
Fr. Okech picked us up. After dropping our things in our rooms, we went out to eat. Fr. Dennis, head of the Apostles of Jesus seminary, accompanied us. It was the first restaurant prepared meal since coming to Kenya.
I must confess that it was real nice sleeping in the cooler evening temperatures of Nairobi. I perspired all night every night in Mombassa. Temperatures in the evenings are in the 60's, real pleasant.
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