The first time alone away from home can stir up a lot of new feelings and emotions.

As I strolled through Jomo Kenyatta International Airport, my first feelings were of apprehension, sadness and frankly, surprise, at how shoddy the airport looked.  The entire building seemed to be made of canvas, as though it wasn’t meant to be there.  I vaguely remembered something about a small fire in recent months, but even with tents and canopies in place of the permanent building, the crowds around me were overwhelming and disorganised.  Continue reading Part 3 – Pacing →