I didn't know what to expect when I heard we were going to be walking into Ngong town. Nothing could have prepared me for the confronting sights along the road. Mum and Dad warned us that the living conditions were very low and they couldn't have been more right. To get into town we had to walk 20 minutes on a dirt road. The smells were revolting and rubbish was laying around everywhere. When we got to Ngong it was very crowded but everyone was so lovely! Again the question comes to mind: how are the people so happy while they have so little? The streets are full of small, dodgy shops with owners trying to sell anything and everything. Mum had to go into a bank to pin some money and while she did this, Anne was taking pictures of the buildings. That was until a police officer came up to her and told her off. It had been less that 24 hours and she was already in trouble with the cops... Everywhere we went, there were eyes watching us because there were no other white people around. At one stage a little girl approached me and told me she was too hungry and asked me to give her something. This was really hard and my parents had warned us to not let little things like this get to us but it still hurts to walk by. We decided to go back to the resort the African way, with picki picki's. These are people on small motorbikes who you can find anywhere and they take you to where you need to go, on the back of their bikes. We approached a group of them and while Dad was arranging the price, I felt something rubbing my arm. I turn around and one of the riders is standing there touching my elbow. To say the least I got a bit scared and when he asked for me to go on his motorcycle, and Dad said I needed to get on, I dragged Anne on with me. I was not prepared to face this alone. However, Anne had to get onto another one. On the way back, my driver suddenly sped up and didn't see another picki picki coming from around the corner on the left and I saw my life flash before my eyes. Africa doesn't have road rules. After lunch we headed to the Imani orphanage. This was amazing! The little children sang when we came in and we spent the rest of the afternoon with them. Their rooms consist of their beds and clothes. There were no toys or games around. They were obsessed with our blonde hair and went crazy when we pulled out the balloons we brought for them. All the children are so happy and strong! They were so fun to be around, even though we couldn't understand each other. Mum met a little girl who also had the name Margaret and she adored mum! It was a great afternoon. We all had a wonderful day and have now become adapted to being called mzungu (white man)!