After three days in Northern Kenya we prepared for an early morning flight back to Nairobi. As I said goodbye to my friends, my mind was swimming with all I had seen and learned.
It was time to leave the beautiful Hurri Hills, but the learning on this adventure wasn’t quite over. We boarded the plane and headed south to a midway stop.
Our plane touched down in a world of sand, rocks, and acacia trees. Jonathan (the pilot) taxied to the re-fueling station at the end of the airstrip.
Two dozen barrels of fuel. That was it.
Several young men approached the plane while Jonathan located a full barrel. Together they rolled it closer to the plane and poured fuel into a bucket. After he examined a sample, Jonathan climbed on top of the plane. Hmmm.
A man lifted the first bucket, and Jonathan proceeded to pour the fuel- of all places- into the wings of the Cessna 206. The people who gathered to watch had seen it all before, but this was a revelation to me!
Oh, the pleaure of one simple discovery.
I have so much to learn….