
Going back to Africa, after 20 years of being stuck here in North
America, it was hard to convince myself that I should visit. After
20 whole years of living the good life, here in a suburb just west
of Toronto, Canada, marrying a great woman, having a great job for
12 and a half years, my kids going to school ,I almost forgot what
growing up in a third-world country was like. As I packed my bags to
head to Kenya for 2 weeks, I had all the thoughts that any North
American would have, running crazy in my head. What will it be like?
Will I meet an impoverished child? Will I get robbed? Could I get
food poisoning? Will I come running back to Canada because I got
malaria? All those thoughts were spinning through my head, and I
almost backed out of leaving. As I left the driveway, my family
waving goodbye, I wondered if this was a mistake, to leave my home
to visit somewhere halfway around the world. But, boy, the first
time I got out of the plane in Mombasa, I knew that this trip was
the best idea I had in a long time! I still remember the fresh
morning air, the lovely evening dinners at a local restaurant, the
barbecues with old relatives, and how happy and content the locals
were, even if the didn't have much. Don't even remind me of the
weather. I didn't even have to check the weather report, because I
would always know the weather. Extremely hot, and no chance of rain!
As I was returning home, I realized that this was a great trip, and
I will recommend this place to anyone!
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