After taking three tests Wednesday morning at school, my dad drove me to the airport. We met the rest of my family for lunch and then Mom and I boarded our first flight to Atlanta.
We arrived shortly and then had a three hour layover before our flight to Amsterdam. The man seated next to us on the way to Amsterdam was an Auburn grad (my mom's alma matter) who had lived in both Tanzania and Kenya. We of course talked about SEC football and his experiences living in East Africa. What were the odds that the seat next to us be occupied by a graduate of my mom's college who also happened to live in the place we were traveling to? You math geniuses can figure that one out, but I'm sure that probability is pretty slim. What a small world. A quick one hour layover in Amsterdam and we boarded our third and final flight to Naibrobi. Thanks to my brilliant mother who booked an aisle and a window seat, knowing that no one would want a middle seat, we had an entire row to ourselves. 8 hours later, we landed.
After passing through customs and having our passports and visas checked, we went to the pick up area to wait. A man named James picked us up in a white Toyota and after an interesting ride down the left side of the street, we arrived at our destination.
This place was, for lack of a better description, kinda sketchy. A fence made of tin sheets and mismatched branches and planks separated a plain, rectangular, two-story house from a road in desperate need of paving and street lights. James pulled into the driveway where a howling dog greeted us, but no people. James went up to the house and knocked on the door, but no one answered. He honked the horn of the car several times, and still no one came. FINALLY, a very pregnant woman appeared from somewhere behind the house. Relieved, we got our bags out of the trunk and followed her. Instead of leading us to the house, she lead us down a very rough, rocky path to a much smaller house. I was so glad to not be stuck out in car any longer, that I honestly didn't care where we stayed the night. The woman and her family were very friendly, and her three year old son announced that I was his new best friend, simply because I gave him a Spiderman sticker.
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