The week flew by and before I knew it, it was the night before I was supposed to leave. New passport in-hand, hotel and flight itinerary neatly organized and sequenced, camera gear charged and all crammed into my carry-on, visa approved,
I did it. I was ready.
The rising of the sun marked my first official day in Kenya and a long slow drive to meet up with the team. My internal clock thoroughly out of time, I enjoyed my first of many cups of Kenyan coffee as I waited for my driver to arrive.
In Kenya the speed-limit, pretty much everywhere, is 80kph (about 50 miles-an-hour), which makes pretty much any cross-country drive feel like it takes forever. However, I couldn't be bothered, I had a whole new country to absorb! Luckily, I also had an awesome driver, Mike. He gave me the 5-star tour of his home country, which was perfect because I found myself not knowing basically anything about it.
Later that night, I laid in bed with my battery chargers casting an alternating glow of red and green lights against the wall, and while I drifted off to sleep, the reality of the responsibility I had taken on with representing these children, families, communities and organization began to sink in...
...to be continued