Finally, Things Are Moving (cont.)

Well, I'm back in Lazard's Internet Cafe, and I hope I can finish this post. I think I left off at Crescent Island, so I will pick up with that night. After our venture to the Island, Gio and I had the most amazing, yet strange, pasta from the YMCA. The power was out, so we had dinner in our room by candlelight. It was pretty awkward to say the least, but the food was great. To make up for the guy and guy candlelight dinner, Gio spent the night discussing his favorite subject, Jackie. It did a good job of taking the gayness from our evening.
The next morning, Gio decided to get up fairly early to bike out to Hell's Gate. I'm not really a morning person, but we headed out at eight a.m anyway. Aside from the migraine and the fifteen mile mountain biking trip, the day was amazing. The scenery was indescribable. On top of the gorgeous landscape, we got to see some more unexpected wildlife. On top of all the zebras and gazelles, we saw a warthog with its little hoglets and a five foot black cobra. The latter was one of the craziest things I had ever seen. Gio almost ran over it with his bike, and we both just stood about ten feet away from it, unsure what to do besides take pictures.
We biked all the way through Hell's Gate, but instead of going to the marked entrance to the gorge, we made a wrong turn and ended up in a Masai village. It worked out really well, though. One of the men from the village gave us a free tour of the gorge. It was some of the most amazing hiking I have ever done. The hot springs were so strange. You don't expect a small waterfall to be raining down hot water. It was amazingly beautiful.
We headed straight home after Hell's Gate, exhausted, hungry, and sunburned. I got burned on the top of my hands. It is a very strange place. It is bright red from my wrist up to my knuckles, and then my fingers are my typical pasty whiteness. Gio just started peeling last night. He unloaded bales shirtless, and didn't have sunscreen on, so his back was burned to a crisp. It now looks like he has leprosy. Pieces of his flesh are peeling off in chunks. It is pretty nasty, but he insists on showing me every time he peels. He even had me take a picture.
Well, Tess, Gio, and I are headed out to some town that Tess has a lot of friends in. She wanted to take us out before she leaves tomorrow, so I need to get going. If you are reading this, then odds are that I miss you a lot, and I love you a lot as well, but you can't always be sure. Thank you all for the prayers; they are greatly appreciated.
-Victor Rogers IV