Finally landing after twenty-six hours of traveling. We are absolutely exhausted, but our night had just begun. At baggage claim we found out that seven of our eleven weren’t to come until the next morning. So we walked off with our four bags and stepped out into Nairobi, Kenya. I feel like it is a dream, I never expected this day to actually come.
The first thing on our agenda is to eat. We have to rush because the restaurant closes at ten and it was nine thirty thanks to baggage delay. We made it with a few minutes to spare. The restaurant, Carnivore, was amazing. They brought us all these different types of meat. My favorite was Ostrich meatballs, never thought I would say that. I also tried Crocodile; it is a little too chewy for my taste. When dinner was finally over and desert was eaten, we went back to our hotel.
Nairobi was just a pit stop. After picking up the rest of our luggage, the next morning we left for Kitale. An hour airplane ride and we arrived at our residence for the next week and a half. I step off the plane right onto the runway surrounded by maze fields, half expecting zebras to walk past me while we drove to the compound, but that wouldn’t come until the last leg of our trip.
The next week and a half was very packed and non-stop moving. We went from eye clinic to eye clinic, helping as many patients as we could in the amount of time given. I realized I wasn’t much help in the clinics, they were crowded, but my calling was the children. The cutest kids I have ever seen and they could never get enough of you. Their favorite thing to do is hold your hand, kids would actually push each other to get your hand. I would somehow have to act out to them, since I didn’t know Kiswahili, that they could each get a finger to hold. Most of the time my acting was superb and they shared, but every now and then there was a child that wanted the whole hand.
The last day we got our reward for all of our hard work: a safari. It was surreal. It is crazy how many different species live in one area. The watering hole reminds me of a scene from
Even though I’ve been to other countries and seen others less fortunate than me, I was taken back by these people who were trying to give what little they had to say thanks. I will keep the beaded necklace a women gave me for the rest of my life as a reminder. As we touch down back home my thoughts brought me back to Kenya: the people, the country, and the experience.
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