Oloolua resort has free wifi and this is how I post my blogs every night. However, for two days there have been problems with the provider and therefore our internet has been kaput. Very, very annoying but then again you can't really complain about poor wifi when you are in the middle of nowhere in Kenya. Anne, Dad and I left for Maakiou (a farm in Kahawa West) early Monday morning. The drive was over two hours but I slept for a while. Along the way we saw some massive churches. The community puts a lot of money into them. At one stage we drove past a huge church under construction and Anne nudged me and said, 'Look, Okki, a waterslide!' She was seriously convinced that it was one and I laughed so hard but I had to admit that it did definitely look like one! Maakiou farm was very impressive! Anne is the farm expert and she had warned us not to get our hopes up but even she was amazed at how organised it is! The property is 850 acres big and it divided into two categories. The coffee plantation is 500 acres big and the dairy is 350 acres. We were guided by the manager, Levin, and he told us we were the first tourists to ever visit them! They have 130 milking cows that are all milked 3 times per day. We spent an hour talking about the coffee production at the plantation and another hour at the dairy. Their coffee is exported all over the world and is found in Starbucks coffee! The coffee beans are hand picked (!) and 650 employees are required to do this! The dairy was so clean, we had to put on caps over our hair and shoes. Dad just walked in and had to be restrained and instructed on how to put them on because he put the head cap on his feet and tried to put the caps for his feet on his head. I just stood there with my head in my hands. Anne really enjoyed the morning- she had so many questions! We were saying how Graham (Anne's husband) would have loved it; just seeing how different countries run their farms! That night we had dinner with William (manager of Imani/Oloolua resort) and his wife at their house. They have a huge garden with vegetables growing and many chickens that they either use for the markets, eat at Christmas or eat the eggs. Africans have a very strong accent and when you listen to them talk, you notice that some words are pronounced very differently. William's accent must have worn off on Dad because soon they were both talking in an African accent. Jette and I just looked at each other. At dinner, we found out that an African meal means eating A LOT! It's not eating differently, just eating much more. We felt pressured into going back for seconds even though we were very full. At least Veronica knows how to cook very well. Jette and I played cards with a guy called Dave who works for the family. It was hard to teach him Go Fish but in the end we managed! On the car drive back to the resort, we started talking to William about the roads in the Netherlands and Australia compared to Kenya. William exclaimed, 'driving in Kenya is very safe because there are no road rules!' We all just laughed. According to him, too many rules is not good. We turned left at an intersection and he didn't even look to see if there is anyone coming from the right. If someone is in your way, you just beep the horn as loud as you can until they move. We got home safe though! This morning we left at 9am so that we would be at the airport on time for Anne (flight at 1:40pm). We were set to go and had just left the resort before we got bogged. Hassan got us bogged for the first time the whole holiday and it was the day we actually needed to get somewhere. Anne and Mum were a bit scared but the rest of us thought it was great! We climbed out the window and a few locals helped us try get the car out. 15 minutes later we were back on the road again! Then we got stuck in huge traffic. We thought it was definitely a sign that Anne shouldn't be leaving! In the end we got to the airport on time, thank goodness. We weren't allowed into the airport so we said our goodbyes to Anne. The elderly were all crying and Anne walked inside and found out that we were at the wrong terminal so we had to walk to the other side of the airport. We watched her go through customs and then headed back to the resort. It was sad to see her leave for a flight all by herself but she's a tough cookie! This afternoon, the four of us walked to Ngong to buy some paint for the resort. We are going to be painting the playground as our contribution while we are here. Should be fun... We feel lonely now that our African five-man clan has lost a member but Anne was wonderful company so we couldn't have asked for more!