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.
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