Nairobi to be exact; currently sitting inside a Catholic convent using their computers from the 80s. It’s great.
I don’t really know what to write.. I mean, you always hear about how Africa is so poverty-stricken and such. But then you have those stories that are almost, if not, life changing, touching every corner of your soul, your heart. But my story isn’t some heartfelt, sobby soap opera trying to make you laugh or cry, and certainly not to make you change your life, it’s just simply my story of my time in Africa. So let me start where all the great writers do, the beginning.
Day 1: 30 hours of flight time. 9, 310 miles covered.
MIA - JFK - BRU - Burundi, Bujumbara - NBO.
5 connected flights with 6 unruly, wailing babies from hell, 3 rambunctious teenagers talking about how Jeremy didn’t buy the right necklace for his girlfriend. (Jeremy, how could you?) and a whopping dose of nausea. To put it mildly, it was not the most exciting or relaxing flight. But it’s all well worth it, because here I am sitting in a convent in Nairobi, sending you this message with the slowest internet possible.
Unfortunately, there is a 7 hour time difference here and I need to go to bed due to the sleep deprivation from the flights. ha. I’ll post more about my adventures here whenever I can transfer them from my journal and of course, when we have internet.
Until the next time,