So, here i am, finally made it on the truck in Camp Karen, Nairobi. For a while this wasn't too sure, after a horribly long flight, and a seat neighbour who was coughing as on his deathbed, i landed in Nairobi airport just to realise half of my luggage had gone. Who knows me can sense the desaster - i am not good with that kind of nonsense when i am already stressed out. After fruitless negotiations with the airport personnel i headed for Camp Karen, with a bag full of knickers and TShirts, WITHOUT a bag full of malaria medication, suncreme, cosmetics, sleeping bag, towels etc. Poor Robin at home had to listen to my moaning/ panic attacks for nearly three days, at points i was even asking him if i could come home, i
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