From one hot place to another

We left the hottest place in the country adn headed to another place in the top 5-Entasopia. Unlike Magadi however, Entasopia is beautiful. Driving in was like entering an enchanted forest-all of a sudden everything became lush and green, full of life and fruit trees. Entasopia is very fortunate in that it has water almost year round from the surrounding hills. However very few people actually live there and those that are out just a bit suffer severely from the drought and are generally incredibly poor. We stayed in the only gues house in the area, and dined under gorgeous trees on food that was almost palatable and were served ripe watermelons and papaya for desert. At night i woke up to a wailing goat and some horrible cat noises and become convinced taht hyenas were eating the goat. I lay in bed until the sun came up, miserable since i had to pee, but paralysed in fear that if i was to leave my room the hyenas would eat me as well. Any chance of falling back asleep was completely spoiled by the bastard rooster who parked himself right below the window and in his aparent insomnia cock a doodledoo'd about every 8 mnutes for the rest of the night. I relayed my concerns in the morning to Paul adn Aubree who just broke into laughter. I was informed that the awful feline noises were the mating calls of some local tom cats, and that the owners were probably greatful taht i hadnt killed their rooster.
The hospital here was again quite nice due to private investment from AMREF and groups of soldiers from the british army offering hiv work assistance. There were almost no patients to come as the average patient has to travel 20 to 60 km to get to the hospital and they genearllyu dont come unless theyre in desparate need. I gave 200 schillings to a woman who had traveled a long way and had been left by her husband and had no shoes to walk home in.
Leaving we purchased a large sack of the best lemons i have ever eaten-they tasted like each slice is coated in sugar and are very juicy. We were also chased by sticky school children, their hands coated with fruits and rice and some other stuff, all eager to shake our hands. they let me take their picture before they started throwing things at the van.