Sassa...

... meaning wuz' up in Swahilli.
After much anticipation and a final crazy week in San Francisco, Keegan dropped me off at the airport at an ungodly hour on Friday morning to start my 72 hours of traveling. I landed in Minneapolis first, to pick up my dear friend Christine who will be sharing this Kenyan adventure with me, and then we jetted off to Nairobi via Amsterdam. We spent Saturday night in Nairobi and after much haggling and begging, found a flight to Kisumu on Sunday around noon. Kisumu is the third largest city in Kenya (after Nairobi and Mobassa) and sits on the shores of Lake Victoria. It is city of many contrasts, with the wealthy suburban population and poorer urban citizens. I didn't get to appreciate the city much upon arrival however. Christine and I were greeted by Veronica of the FACES (Family AIDS Care and Education Services) staff, taken to the nearest grocery store to purchase bottled water and other such necessities and then whisked off to the district of Suba by a 12 passenger van, in which we ended up packing 15 people for a 6 hour road trip on dirt/rock roads. Despite my wost fears, we finally did make it "home" safely, at which point I crashed on my bed, falling asleep to the chirps of the abundance of crickets that live outside our window.