"I just wanna make babies when I get home!!!"

Well, this is exciting. Josh Chinn quality blog post #1. Here we go.

I was lucky enough to have three quality seats in my flights to Denver, London, and Nairobi. On the 7hr flight from Denver to London, I was fortunate enough to have a seat in the front row of the section, giving me plenty of leg space. The row had a couple empty seats so I called up Mr. Shawn Terasaki to move up since he had a poopy seat in the back. We both sat by a guy who looked a bit like the character "T-Bag" from the TV series Prison Break, except this man was going to a university for medical school. Our third flight from London to Nairobi, I'm pretty sure I had the only working TV screen on the flight, plus I had a window seat. When I looked around, everybody else was mad because their TV sets didn't work, so people like Matt didn't get to watch his Dear John. Instead he ended up playing on his DS with others. He wanted to play Pokemon and battle people. Poor guy. I didn't end up watching any of the movies though. I "sold" my seat to Dan because he wanted to watch the movie Cop Out. Getting off of the plane in Kenya after multiple 7 hr flights was weird. My legs hurt and I wasn't in the mood to sit in the visa lines, until I saw that they had to take our fingerprints. It was pretty awesome, until they told me I wasn't a legal adult so they didnt need my fingerprints. They're wrong though. Every country should have Josh Chinn fingerprints. They can put them in a national museum or somehting.

Stopping in London was quite a treat. We attempted to talk in accents, but nobody really succeeded. Matt and I figured we'd create an alibi and we said that we're brothers, our parents were raised in England and have accents, but we were raised in the States, which is why our accents are so horrendous. We took the "tube" around to the Picadilly area and we got to see Big Ben. For the record, Big Ben is a giant clock... not a whale. A certain person didn't know what Big Ben was and was hoping for a giant sea creature. We also visited Buckingham Palace and saw the guards moved. I wanted to tell them one of my quality jokes to make them laugh, but I figured they'd probably shoot me instead.

Once we arrived in Kenya, I was surprised by what I saw. Instead of sunshine and heat, we were greeted by an overcast morning with a cool breeze. It's actually raining quite hard right outside as I type this beast of an essay blog post. Driving to our lodge, we passed through the city and saw these massive birds that had ginormous wingspans. They were quite scary, but Dan decided to take a couple of Brendon's Raisinette candies (To whoever gave Brendon snacks to share, THANK YOU!!) and tried to stick them out the window to attract them. It's a good thing that didn't work, or else Dan would only have one hand now. Shawn and I were suprised to learn that the currency Kenyans use is the Shilling. Neither one of us thought it sounded like a legitimate currency. Brendon somehow ended up getting a couple coins worth one Shilling. I laughed at him when we were told that they're worth less than a penny each...

Our lodge, The Heart, is magnificent. It's extremely spacious and our rooms are very nice. Hopefully somebody will put up pictures. The staff here are friendly and welcoming, and the food is delicious. After we settled in, we visited the market which is supposed to be one of, if not THE BEST in Kenya. Brendon went to look for a Snuggie, no surprise. Shawn and I were both exhausted so we drank a Red Bull. That was a solid decision. We felt awake immediately after we drank them. Josh Hyodo and Brendon shared a bag of chips. They ate that thing so fast it was ridiculous. Shawn, Matt and I are convinced that Josh Hyodo is just a smaller version of Brendon. When Brendon pulled out his Snuggie to show Josh, Josh's eyes got huge and he was amazed by the awesomeness of the Snuggie.

After the market, we were lucky enough to go to the Halfway House to spend time with the lil babies. They were adorable. Going in, I didn't really know how to hold a baby. Bekah just told me to hold my arms our and the people just "plop a baby in". I was really excited to go Baby Plopping. When I first saw them, I just wanted to take them home and bake them cookies. I held Henry who was the oldest and liked to laugh, Magdelene (spelling?) who was stoic but enjoyed chewing on the caterpillar toy and eating her food and wiping it on my jacket, and Angeline who was a newborn. They were all so cute and fun to be with. Angeline was wrapped in so many blankets I thought she was ready to go to the North Pole to visit Santa or something. When I held her, she was so fluffy I thought I was gonna die. I want one of my own. As we left, we talked about the beast birds we saw earlier and how they kinda resembled storks that bring babies to parents. I was tired and I just blurted out "I loved those guys. I just wanna make babies when I get home." Yeah, I received quite a few jokes and flak for that. Still, those fellas were so cute. I hope we go back.

After the Halfway House, we traveled back to the Heart. The traffic was ridiculous and some drivers (actually, quite a few) had the courage to drive on the shoulder. When we got back, we were exhausted but we all managed to eat dinner and go through a devotion out of Isaiah. After the dinner, we were given free time and Matt decided to post on the blog first. Little does he know that while he was blogging, Shawn and I short-sheeted his bed, put his deoderant all over his pillow, and hid his boxers. Hmm. Matt's probably getting revenge on me as I type this.

I just realized that whoever posts on the blog last will probably be the one whose post is most likely read. If I'm writing this now, and five or six others post after me, my post will probably be hidden at the bottom of the page. Oh well. Hopefully I can post on this bad boy daily so people can read about my magnificient adventure in Africa. Adios for now!