|John walking on his land, every house pictured belongs to his family, along with the shambas.|
|The kitchen area|
|John and his family. His sister and brother are at his sides, his mother to the far right, and his sister's children in front|
|John's family and I. His sister to my right is the first born, and the sister next to his mother is the last born (17yrs)|
|Just about ready to harvest|
|Riding around the pineapple farm, to the left are newly planted pineapples|
So that's just about it for the pineapples, now on to mangoes! We visited local families who just had mango trees in their yard, and I'm tellin ya, they had a LOT of mangoes. And different kinds also, there was one tree that grew 3 different kinds of mangoes. There were apple mangoes (which are purple, and very sweet) then "popo" mangoes, which is a papaya/mango hybrid (I don't like papayas, so THANKFULLY the mango part of the mixture made the papaya flavor balance out), and then I don't know what the other mango was called... it was just your typical one. So we got to snack on the delicious juicy fruits all day while we were picking mangoes to bring home. And it really amazed me how different each kind tasted.
|The Hybrid Tree|
|We got a little carried away collecting the mangoes|
|"Hey John, ya think we have enough?"|
|Carrying the loot|
I can tell you one thing, there's never a moment of being here that I forget I'm in Kenya. Aside from the friendly people, the smells (both good and bad), and the temperature, there is always some event that just makes me think, "Yep, I'm still in Africa..."
And I'm not complaining at all...