Now I'm supposed to be writing on how traveling abroad broadens your horizons in general; however, I have really "only" been to Jamaica and Kenya so I'm mostly going to be writing about Kenya and some of Jamaica... so off we go.
Kenya was like no other place I have been, except for maybe Alaska in its wild beauty and extreme temperatures. Imagine no road noises or cities or air pollution or anything that makes America the way it is. At night it was completely silent except for the baboons screaming during a fight and the birds chirping occasionally, and those noises even became somewhat of a lullaby. The hundreds of stars shined so brightly that candles were not needed all the time and you could see the Southern cross a constellation seen only in Africa. Kenya is quite literally in the middle of nowhere with Nairobi being its capital and largest city and Samburu the region where we were having an airport that was a collection of four adobe huts and a airstrip made of just dirt and sand. Somehow, even without all the comforts of urbanization, Kenya felt like home. The people are also like none other. They are the nicest and most caring people you will ever meet even if their own problems far outweigh a friends. I became very sick one day with an 104 temperature and so sick that I could not stand without vomiting. The Samburu people who worked at Oria's camp spent the whole day cleaning out buckets, getting me drinks, wetting wash cloths, and keeping me comfortable on top of all their daily duties for the camp. They were not just taking care of me because they had to (Oria told them that she would care for me), but because they were truly concerned with my condition. Even the ones who had taken my parents out on an elephant collaring expedition visited me when they got back. There is just something about Kenya, well Africa in general, that is beautiful and wonderful and I am sure that I will return to Kenya especially anytime that I get the chance to.
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