We woke up early, packed our bags and got picked up for orientation. I was stressed about having such a big bag and decided to transfer my belongings into a smaller duffel. I left my empty suitcase at Mary's, promising to pick it up later.
Good food and good information met us at orientation. The coordinators wrote the wifi password on the chalkboard and we were all quick to check email before it began. I found out that I was being placed on the southwest outskirts of Nairobi in a slum called Kangemi. I got excited, knowing that I already had somewhat of a grip on the surroundings and had plenty of people to contact in the area.
After being put in and out of the same van (placement confusion) Florence and I headed to our home stay with Winnie, our host mom. She led us into her quaint, comfortable home where to two of us would live. Two bunk beds made up our room but no other volunteers would be coming. Her toilet with a proper seat made up for the small company.
I read the house rules and sighed. No alcohol allowed. Oh well. I guess my days of drinking Tusker with fellow volunteers before bed were over. But Winnie was kind and made excellent food. Florence and I settled in as we danced around conversation riddled with language barriers and thick accents from tree different regions of the world.
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