

To all of you inclooding me who toght that Petra was a she, I have to dissapoint you. Petra is a boy! And his name is Peter Rabbit. Peter loves staying in my bathroom, but the best is to lie in my bed and relax.


The rain has moved on and left a new day. Nothing seemes to move, everything is still. It’s just a perfect day and Petra is happy. But after a while it becomes dark. She listens to different scary sounds. The cats are going to kill her. Suddenly she hears a beautiful voice. Someone is calling her. Come her honney, I will keep you safe. Petra doesn’t know what to do. In the end she trusts me, and I bring her in to my room for safekeeping.



There are many birds in Kisumu. Some of them builds nests in the trees. They have to build special nests bacause snakes can come and eat the eggs. The nests are shaped like a big heart with the opening in the bottom. Sometimes the wind is very strong in Kisumu, and a nest fell down just in front of me. Now I have adopted the egg inside. I don’t know if the litle baby bird will survive, but I have named him Nils Arnold Eggen, and he sleeps in my room.


In Kenya there is one serie on the TV you just have to see. It starts at 20.05 and last for one hour with a lot of comurtials in between. The serie is from Spain and was maybe made in the 1990’s. The mane character is a girl named Paloma. She has an evil aunt who kills her mother because she is in love with her lover. There is a lot of drama. Everyone love each others boy- or girlfriends, and they try to separate all the happy couples. There is a lot going on in the Church and everyone meets there. No one knows who their parents are. And the parents don’t know that they have kids and so on. The serie reminds me of Glamour and For better and for worse. It is almoust as popular as Hotell Cæsar is in Norway, and it’s a toppic of discution during worktime.

In Kisumu there is many second hand markets. Here you can find everything from Victoria Seecret underwear to teddy bears from McDonalds. I think it’s a good thing to use clothes in stead of throwing them away. In Norway we shop for fun and forget half of the clothes we are bying in the closet. Angela and I had a lot of fun playing with the toys in the market, and i bought to tights for 20 norwegian kroner.




On friday night we went out dancing in Kisumu. The disco was called Sunspot and was packed whit people from 18 to 60 years old. The dancing was completely different from norwegian discos, and we got a big culture shock. The dancing is verry intence and there is no persenal space. Most of the night we had to run away from old and drunk african men. It was an interesting night and we had a lot of fun.