Sylvia's Journal

I just got a call that I will be picked up in a short while so this entry will be short. Yesterday was a restful Sunday. Ida and I did manage to go to Quaker meeting, a small and quiet affair with a cacophony of noises going on outside from the road and other worshippers. After lunch, just when I felt really sore, Eunice the massage therapist came with her folding massage table and gave me the most wonderful massage in my room. I took a bath and a long nap afterwards.

At the end of the afternoon I had asked Elias to come for tea. He is the kid who had found my name in the East African Aero Club guestbook and with whom I had corresponded for a few months. We had tea and talked about flying, dreams and not giving up. I liked him a lot. He is the same age as Sita and has led all but a charmed life. Somehow he got the idea of flying and although he has made some headway (he passed his ground school, which has already expired) he has a long way to go to pursue his dream of becoming a pilot with the Africa Inland Church. All I can do at this point is cheer him on, which I did. He calls me mum. We took a picture and then he left.

Ida picked me up in the evening and we joined my other colleagues Joseph and Kristen who are here for the week for dinner in a lovely restaurant. Despite the espresso I had I fell asleep quickly, slept well until a lone mosquito woke me up. After a couple of hours of being wide awake I managed to sleep through my alarm. The week has started. Off to work I go.