This weekend was very eventful for Paul and I. On Saturday we had our normal Saturday Program and I continued work on getting head shots of every child in the program. That night, Peter, Paul and I went out for beers and samosas. I also got my hair cut that night. I went into this barber's shop right next to the bar we were at and took a seat. He asked me how I'd like it cut and I said just trim a half inch or so off. I saw scissors on the table so I assumed this was 
a legitimate, often requested request but I saw him put the scissors in the drawer and pull out a buzzer. He then put the largest tooth-sized thing on it so I assumed it wouldn't cut off too much. He made the first buzz and asked me if that was the right length. It wasn't the right length but he already cut a big chunk of my hair off so I laughed and said perfect. He continued to buzz my head and as he did, he said, "and people didn't think I could cut Mzungu hair." I laughed and didn't reply as I was thinking to myself: "they were right." He then wiped my entire head down with a hot towel, rubbed herbal junk
on my face and head, and lightly brushed the hair away. It was a great experience and the man was very nice but I now look like Marine. Then on Sunday, Peter took Paul and I out for a day on the town. We went to the elephant and giraffe parts of the reserve, saw elephants and giraffes of course, but also saw a couple rhinos, a few baboons, and some warthogs. Afterwards, we got some pizza and then went to see some tribal dances/acrobatics. That night, we met our new host family over dinner and drinks, and then moved in to our new homestay. Paul and I were really getting used to living with Peter but it's 
nice to experience 
different Kenyan homes.
a legitimate, often requested request but I saw him put the scissors in the drawer and pull out a buzzer. He then put the largest tooth-sized thing on it so I assumed it wouldn't cut off too much. He made the first buzz and asked me if that was the right length. It wasn't the right length but he already cut a big chunk of my hair off so I laughed and said perfect. He continued to buzz my head and as he did, he said, "and people didn't think I could cut Mzungu hair." I laughed and didn't reply as I was thinking to myself: "they were right." He then wiped my entire head down with a hot towel, rubbed herbal junk
on my face and head, and lightly brushed the hair away. It was a great experience and the man was very nice but I now look like Marine. Then on Sunday, Peter took Paul and I out for a day on the town. We went to the elephant and giraffe parts of the reserve, saw elephants and giraffes of course, but also saw a couple rhinos, a few baboons, and some warthogs. Afterwards, we got some pizza and then went to see some tribal dances/acrobatics. That night, we met our new host family over dinner and drinks, and then moved in to our new homestay. Paul and I were really getting used to living with Peter but it's 
nice to experience 
different Kenyan homes. 
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