Random thoughts post-travel

I've just come back to reality from the very non-reality of backpacking in Kenya. I'm not quite sure how to approach work - the dread I feel is at least kind of eclipsed by the realization that in this economy I need this job. I'm rather overwhelmed with responsibilities - the scholarship program, Junior League, book club and trying to maintain friendships. Honestly, it's all a bit daunting when all I want to do spectate.

But that's not much fun to think about so lets instead shift to random thoughts on Kenya.

On our last day of safari we were already in the Masai Mara Reserve when the sun came up. Not only was the sunrise beautiful, but seeing and hearing the park wake up was phenomenal. It truly was one of those experiences where you stop and go "wow - I must be one of the luckiest people in the world, to get the opportunity to experience this." Everything from the colors, to the singing birds to the animals playing together was a true testament to the beauty and wonder of nature.

We took the Iron Snake overnight from Nairobi to Mombasa. Our first class sleeper got us two uncomfortable beds, a sink and two meals in the dining car. The dining car still used starched, pressed table linens and real silver silverware, if perhaps a bit mismatched. It was an interesting experience, something you probably can't get anywhere else. However, this throw back to colonialism felt slightly awkward when you looked around and realized that most people sitting were varying shades of white and brown, while the people serving were significantly darker.

The amount of prostitution, both male and female, around Mombasa was quite surprising. I'm sure it happens in other parts of Kenya, but I noticed it most while beaching it north of Mombasa. So many old white people, generally European but probably mostly because they tend to vacation there more than Americans, with attractive younger locals. The men and women lined up at the bars along the beach, sipping their drinks and waiting to start their work day. I'm sure it pays better than the average Kenyan job, but perhaps that's what makes it even more sad.

There's that point at the end of each trip where you're either happy and thankful you went or you think of all the things you regret and wish you could change. I'm thankful I've no significant regrets. I realized yesterday that for the first time in my solo and partnered international travels, I enjoyed my travel companion. Of course we butted heads a few times, but for the first time that I can recall I didn't end my trip dreading the next time I might have to travel with this person again. Perhaps it is irrelevant, but perhaps it says it all.

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