For all you “Out Of Africa” fans, there it is. The real house. It’s beautiful.

Jeff and the coffee tree have a long term romance.

Coffee beans on a coffee tree.

You aren’t allowed to take pictures inside but this is a view from the famous porch.

We had a quick tour and then headed out for the big event of the morning…



After the elephant and rhino orphanage, we went to lunch…

…and then to a sporting goods store to buy soccer balls, lots of them. Destination revealed tomorrow.

After that, we went to a Nairobi grocery store, which was truly an adventure.

Then we hightailed it past many interesting sights to make it to a special place.

I told our driver that we wanted to buy some baskets and he got a big grin on his face and said:

I know the best place, the best! I will take you!

Where he took us was a “factory” with no electricity, a woman weaving baskets out on the front steps, and a man hand slicing leather next to a manual foot pump sewing machine.

The baskets were to die for…

The only source of light was a propane fueled lantern, which they turned on for our time there. I now regret lingering over the baskets and using up so much propane.

He measured my torso and made the straps long enough to be comfortable,

The entire haul of 9 handwoven baskets was about $60US. I was happy to pay it.

The front door to the factory…

On the way home, wonderful street scenes unfolded at every turn.

This was the site of the former US Embassy that was destroyed in the terrorist attack. It didn’t have a chance. I had the driver take us around the block. It’s crowded.

The new one is out in the country, behind layers of security and barbed wire. Sad.

And, then, after a full day…we returned. Baby J had a bath and kept saying:

I touch l-phnats, mama?

And I said

Yes, you did, baby. You touched elephants.

With that, the Squares concluded the day. Tomorrow, to Tanzania.



I hated to wake the kids but….there was something extra special today.

This is the newborn group, all less than a month old.

These are the elementary school aged elephants. They like to play and roughhouse.

This was a race for who could grab the stick and run away the fastest.

Finally, the month old rhino.

Here he spots baby J, who is in a bright red sweatsuit, and runs over to investigate.

He wanted a back scratch, which we happily provided.

This was a good place. The keepers were kind and the facilities are right on the edge of a large national wildlife park. When they get old enough, they are released back into the wild.

90% of their mother were victims of poaching.

It was sobering but wonderful, too.