Okay.  I left off on Monday night.  I should digress long enough to tell you that the door-to-door food distribution on Monday was a wonderful experience.  We met some very gracious Kenyans.  We had fun with a lot of kids who followed us around too.  A typical "home" for a poverty level resident is a room about 10x10 or so.  Some have concrete floors.  Some just have dirt.  Most have plywood or corragated sheet metal walls.  It is a single room typically divided by a sheet/curtain for the bedroom side.  There are typically a "couch" or 2 and/or stools.  Most of their belongings are kept in a cupboard that resembles the top half of a china hutch.  There is no bathroom.  There is no kitchen.  There is usually a small (smaller than a portable bbq) clay stove/ish thing or a single burner.  No running water.  Sometimes electricity.  But most of the homes we were invited into the room was neat, the dishes stacked, the floor clean and they were proud to have us in their home.  It sure does bring down my expectations of what it takes to have a happy home and what it takes to be content.  Many of them are without jobs.  The biggest prayer requests we got were for employment.  They pay the equivalent of about $40 US dollars a month for what most American's would see as a uselessly storage room. 
I sunburned the back of my neck on Monday.  Those of you who know me very well should not find that surprising!  I'm such a dork.  And I'm telling you I was FRIED!  I spent the next 2 days putting ice on my neck, taking asprin, and smearing aloe on it.  On Tuesday I applied the sunscreen I had packed and used my hat!  That'll teach me!  Everyone on the team was so concerned about my burn.  But being a veteran at sunburns I had it taken care of in a couple of days and now it's just fine.  Brian, 1 of my teammates, and I have become quite good at handing back and forth the aloe and sunscreen.  Brian got fried on Tuesday!
Tuesday took us to a slum outside of Nairobi.  Once again we were going door-to-door distributing food and offering prayers.  I'll try to post some pictures of the slum.  Words cannot begin to describe the stench and filth these souls live in.  The roads are a combination of dirt and trash.  The only "running" water you see is the sewage you see in on the road.  Due to the rains we encountered plenty of puddles that defy description.  Hocking your wares is the most common means of support in Nairobi.  Some walk down the side of the road or the middle of the road selling everything from stalks of sugar cane (very popular among our team members - especially pastor Daniel!), tomatoes, grains, plantains, oranges, limes, lemons, flags, roasted corn on the cob, etc.  We would be in our bus (the tall tour type but not very plush inside) and here would be people on the side of the road with their fruits and veggies laid on blankets spread out just a couple of feet away from raw sewage.  This is very typical.  Needless to say we limited our roadside purchases to sugarcane and plantains (bananas - but better!).
The dryer I am using just shorted out and is smoking so I'm going for assistance.  Get back to this later.