MORE TO MY STORY
Now, back to my story. After arriving late at night into Kenya, I was whisked to a family’s house where the next morning I was informed that there were no other volunteers, and that I’d be living with a family, and working on my own with a local medical practitioner. It was a little bit daunting, but hey I was there; there was no going back! So on the very bumpy and pot holed roads I rode on a bus, passing zebras, fruits stands, giraffes, and monkeys on my way to the complex in which the family I was living with lived. It was a small street, with a high gate with broken glass on top, a dirt patch, and a concrete slab of a house. But they were friendly and welcomed me with open arms.