To the Full: Kenya
See: EVERYTHING. From cheetahs to exotic flowers to slums to chimpanzees to the value of water.
Taste: Chapati. Oh goodness, how I missed this stuff! Every region has their form of bread; Kenya’s just happens to be incredibly tasty.
Smell: Trash. (Sorry, had to be real with ya). At one point while we were driving through the outskirts of Nairobi, I posed the question “if you had all of the power and influence in Kenya, what would be your first motion with regard to dealing with the issue of trash? What would be your first move in trying to clean it up?” It wasn’t a question to which I had an answer. In fact, half an hour of debate later, we still didn’t have any kind of bright idea on how to get rid of the yuck in the city. It covers so much of the beautiful land that it’s visually devastating. Anybody got a clean up plan?
Touch: Lovely crocheted garbage bags. You read that correctly. Trust me when I say that it was SO much harder to do than it appears. We had a great time laughing our heads off and trying to not look as terribly useless as we actually were, considering we were supposed to be “helpers” at the seminar.
Hear: “HowwwarrrYOOO?!” This cute little Kenyan school kid version of “How are you?” was a joyous noise to our ears that let us know we were welcomed into each community we entered. We were flocked by the masses of kiddos at each school and loved the sea of smiles that greeted us from the moment we rolled on scene. Sometimes, though, we just got stares like the ones from these girlies who were enjoying their afternoon chai and observing the weird mzungus (white foreigners) at recess.
There was only one little child who cried at the sight of my pasty skin. But it made for an astounding photo!
Love and mosquito nets,