Ten years ago – almost to the month – I was sitting in my school assembly daydreaming about my current crush on the boy with the cute smile in my music class, when something the teacher said caught my attention. “We have a guest in today to talk to you about a very exciting opportunity, please welcome…”.
I can’t remember if the new face before me was male or female let alone their name, because what I cared about was the PowerPoint presentation behind them. Images of warm orange plains, wild animals and teenagers smiling with children filled the screen. I stayed behind with a few of my friends after the crowd of gangling teens left the hall. “I want to go” I told the presenter. And a year and a bit later I did.
Now almost 16, having cut off those long locks into the newly fashionable ‘pob’ hairstyle and figuring out that the cute boy in my music class was a massive douche… I packed up a rucksack of Asda t-shirts and the most flattering pair of linen trousers I could find and tearfully waved goodbye to my Mum and little sister aboard a coach to the airport. 18 months of organising adult proms, car boot sales and charging a pound for a rice crispy cake had brought me to this moment. I was leaving my pink cupcake themed bedroom for a whole month. I was going to Kenya.
All I remember of the journey is arriving in Nairobi very tired and very jetlagged before being driven for what felt like forever in a small minibus that made me feel so nauseous I couldn’t even stomach a sip of my fresh coconut upon arrival. Travel sickness aside I was overcome with fascination. My surroundings were like nothing I’d ever seen before; a city without skyscrapers, huts for houses and wide open plains dotted with dry bushes and skeletal trees.
I spent the next 30 days with my friends, classmates and a trio of teachers experiencing a world so different to mine. Apart from my first long haul flight to Orlando, I’d only ever experienced resort holidays, city break school trips and a spot of UK camping. But now I was far from home in an entirely different continent. It was a culture shock and I was captivated. I couldn’t keep my eyes open long enough to take it all in.
Our month long adventure started with a week next to the beach. My now ageing mind is fuzzy to the details but I remember feeling completely and utterly relaxed. I would sneak out my bed at 5am with my friend to try and glimpse a sunrise. We’d all laugh around a fire under the stars, so bright and unclouded by city smoke. I’d never known the night sky could look that way. That week is one of the most prominent in my teenage years. I stopped being the shy girl with glasses and became a sassy (nearly) sweet 16 year old with the world at her feet, quite literally.
After nights of trying to sneak a beer, avoiding deathly snakes and becoming a little ‘Kenya family’, we drove to Makongeni where we set up camp close by to a local school. For the next two weeks I would be challenged physically and mentally as I worked in the African sunshine to lay the foundations for a classroom whilst connecting with the children who would use it. Confident with intrigue, the kids would surround us every day, asking inquisitive questions about where we came from in their impressive English. We would take breaks to sit in on their lessons, even teaching some ourselves, humbled by their constant enthusiasm for learning.
I continued to grow; inspired by the children’s simply happiness and joy they brought us. I also discovered that peanut butter spread onto chocolate Hobnobs is all you need when you are craving a dessert in the desert.
The last portion of my 30 days in Kenya was what turned me from a holiday goer to a wanderlust sufferer. A long bumpy journey took us to Tsavo National Park. Here I slept in a bunk bed filled wicker hut, rising at 4am for safari drives. For the first time in my teenage years I stopped wearing makeup or caring about my un-straightened hair. I was (mentally) jumping out of bed, happy from within.
I saw baby elephants, an overwhelmingly huge herd of buffalo and a lion creep upon the gazelles and zebra that drank from a waterhole – a scene straight out of The Lion King that I watched from our very own Pride Rock. The sights I saw on those few days in the wild gave me an intense excitement that filled me with butterflies and put an unstoppable grin on my face. It’s the feeling that I call Disney magic, the healthy addictive emotion given from exploring the globe.
I came home a changed person. Not dramatically – I stepped right back into my favourite heeled boots – but I had a new found happiness. I wanted to see the world. I was a traveller.
Dear Eppie my lovely daughter that was moving to read and see the amazing pictures as it made me feel something of what it was like to experience. You are inspiring and talented and I love reading your posts.
Love Dad xxx
My wonderfully inquisitive traveller…. you make me laugh and smile…. and well up with pride 🙂 xx
I love the way you tell stories! What an epic trip and such a great experience for a teenager who’s still in school. No wonder it inspired you to travel.
Thank you Sarah! It really was a memorable adventure!
Great post! I love reading about how people get inspired to travel. My BF is South African (living in the States) and his family owns an African Safari travel agency. He told me that he might have to go back to Africa this summer for work and asked if I wanted to go, umm yes please! While we won’t be staying in bunk beds, it will still be nice to step outside my comfort zone for a little bit!
Thank you Christine! Oh wow how lucky are you! You’ll have the best adventure x
OMG it’s the best country ever isn’t it. I defy anyone not to be inspired!
Just so magical! Every corner is filled with culture
You know why I love this? Because Kenya had that effect on you <3 It is forever my happy place
Thanks Binny! So long ago and still one of the best places I’ve been
Eppie, this is my fave post of yours yet! What an experience! Culture shock can be such a magical thing!
Aw thank you darling! Its a craving!