African Arrival

Jan 6 will remain as one of the craziest most out control days of my life. I awoke at 6AM in Balitmore, at noon I was interviewing at Johns Hopkins and by midnight I was crossing the Irish Sea by air.  I wouldn’t recommend it honestly. By the time I got to London, I was totally fried. It has snowed there the day before and everything was terribly backed up in DC becuase all London flights had been canceled. I nearly missed my flight because I couldnt’ get through the lines. I got the 3rd degree in security between the new shiny hip and  many strange tools one carries in a carry-on to go be a doctor in Africa.  I did though have the amazing blessing of being ugraded to business class. And while that was pretty spectaclar I felt like an idiot because I couldn’t figure out to make the bed thing work or the TV or really anything. But I can say I have now flown first class on an overseas flight. The rumors are true, there is real silverware, free wine and flat beds.

London was beautiful from the air, the english countryside was bathed in white.  My connection went flawlessly and although my flight got delayed a bit on the ground it was a great flight. One I will never forget. I watched the map program every couple of minutes once we hit the Med. Sea wanting to see the coast of Africa as we crossed it. It was beautiful and shockingly different than the coast we left behind in Italy.  I watched the sunset of Sudan and by the time we entered Kenya, I couldn’t sit still with excitement. The last time I did this whole go to a new country/new continent thing on my own I was 19 on my way to Romania. I was considerably less freaked this time around. I got my visa without problem despite the fact I accidentally left my original copy of my yellow fever vaccination in America on my scanner. All of my luggage made it and I was picked up by a kind man named George who took me to the Mayfield guesthouse. The guesthouse is lovely, full of  African art, mosquito nets and people from all over Africa who are passing through. I shared a room with a lovely girl from Ireland who is going to teach in a primary school in the North of Kenya.

I didn’t sleep much but I enjoyed what little I did get. I woke up early since my roommate was on her way north.  Took a shower, felt human and then explored the guest house. We eat meals family style here. The rest of the medical team that was supposed to meet me in London finally made it. Two of them will come to Kijabe with me. While they slept I went to orientation at the AIM office. I also saw Nairobi by day.  The smell is a cross between the humid, thick magic of a Carolina magic and the strange pugant tang that I associte with Bucharest. I am not sure if its a city smell or a developing world smell but it smells like home. Kenya has had two years of drought but its been raining and everything is green and there are many flowers.

Orientation was oddly interesting we talked a lot about the history of Kenya and plans for medical missions here in Kenya. I will write more tomorrow once I reach Kijabe. For now I am exhausted…