Let’s start at the Beginning

the flight. scratch that the flights. were VERY long.

the excitement factor of being my first independant trip did help speed the time, but the time I borded my first flight out of Haneda and landed in Jomo Kenyatta, a good 24 hours had passed. Though getting there perked me up nontheless, making the trip back in the backseat with Digby for the first time who had made his way there from Johannesburg a lively one.

Missed one bit there: On the plane I got chatting with a missionary that was trying his hardest to Save me, though it was too early in the trip for his preaching to have any affect on my disbelieving mind. Though, I sat there listening, intent on being able to say I RESISTED THE TEMPTATION OF SALVATION. Now that makes no sense to me, but it did at the time… experience made me wiser? Maybe. -not saying I’m wise by any stretch of the imagination. It was a good flight-filler.

Getting to the Savages’ was no disappointment either. Their house was full with the exception of one bed, thus Digby had the voluntary pleasure of sleeping on the floor – making the easy decision of sleeping on the bed the only one for me. Needless to say, I slept like a baby.

: Our first half day… I’m gonna be writing a hell of a lot at this pace…