Transition

School built, bags packed, and passport ready: it was time to cross the border. I had been looking forward to the seven-hour bus ride, the start of yet another chapter, though I cannot say I was exactly ready. I arrived in Nairobi at 9:00 pm on July 28 with no map, no guidebook, and no phone. I had the phone numbers of two family friends, neither of whom I had ever met.

During the drive I couldn’t help but create theories as to why I was traveling so ill prepared. Obviously the first one was stupidity. But beyond that, I believe there is a correlation between the amount of traveling and sense of adventure. The more I travel, the more difficult it is to encounter unexpected events, things that test my problem-solving skills. Why travel if everything is going to go smoothly?

Anyways, one of the family friends, Edward, met me at the bus, took me out to my first meal in Kenya, and helped me move into a guesthouse. By the end of the weekend, I was ready for work and to begin the next chapter on Monday.