This morning I went to town to get my hair done and to do a bit of shopping. Visiting the beauty shop in Kenya, always an adventure because you never knew what the results would be. Evidently this trip turned out well because there were no tear stains on the rest of the diary page. I had Simeon to do up all the dirty hunting clothes. When we got home from town, Robert had left early. Robert Ali was a local who helped us in our yard. He later graduated to housework. I am sure we will revisit some of the many Robert stories during the next year! This afternoon M.G. and I ground some of the warthog meat and made some sausage. Also, we ground up the zebra meat. That’s right wart hog and zebra, consumed with the greatest of pleasure. Wampler’s sausage it was not but it was not bad for getting by. We read in the papers today that Martin Luther King had been killed. We were sorry to hear this for this will really stir up the riots in the U.S.A. Even in Kenya we tried to keep up with news from the USA. Sometimes this news could be as much as a week late. A far cry from the instant communication we “enjoy?” today! Tonight we were invited to eat supper with the Moons. They are Americans out here with AID. She had some fish that he had caught. Also, he gave M.G. some slides of their fishing trip. He gave us some big lemons from one of the experiment farms.