Back in Nairobi

Just now in Nakumatt (big Walmart-esque place) I saw drinkable jelly. Yes, drinkable jelly. Ala drinkable yogurt, I suppose. My reaction to said drinkable jelly was stronger than to cooked rat.
But, really, that's not important at all.
In other, more relevant news, here we are, safe in Nairobi. I had a happy reunion with my teammates—especially my roommates—but, unfortunately, I wasn't reunited with all the luggage I left Chicago with.
Hoofprints for Christ gave me a wonderful gift for Christmas, and I told them I'd buy a bike with it to travel between villages. Well, I bought the bike, laboriously packed it in a box and had to watch as it came around the conveyor belt, mangled.
But that's the way it goes in Africa.
Now we're stuck in Nairobi, waiting on some things to be done with our automobiles. It's hard to keep things going for 23—soon to be 25—people. Good ol' Steve pulled some captains chairs and a bench out of some old cars and had them put in our ancient LandCruiser. He's talked about it for a while, but I suppose his final motivation may have come on the way here. It used to have two long benches down the sides, and Jen was laying on one. Well, Martin hit a bump and she went flying up, nearly touched the ceiling and then crashed back down to the floor of the thing all floppy-like. I'd say it was one of the most terrifying moments of our time here, seeing her lying there, eyes glazed over, as we yelled at Martin to stop the car… in the middle-of-nowhere, Sudan. Praise God, she was only unconscious for a while and survived only with a headache and big bump—a far cry from the broken neck both Kim and I were certain she had, as our minds raced in those first few seconds when it happened. Anyway, we all wore our (albeit terribly uncomfortable and makeshift) seatbelts from then on and went with no further accident. Well, accept that one time when I had unbuckled for some silly reason for a moment and later found myself face-first in Jen's lap. We have some good times here in Africa.
I suppose none of that is all that important, but now you know. We're just hanging out and trying to keep on top of business and language and we fight all that is African culture for getting things done. It looks like we'll head back Saturday at the earliest, so please be praying that we do get out of here in a reasonable time and have safe travels home.
We're all getting really anxious to get home, pining for our own beds, routine and—of course—our friends in the village. I can't wait to get there and get settled back in until we trek out again for supplies.
Everyone take care—I'll write soon!