Stuff being stolen...in retrospect

Within the first week of my departure to Africa, all of my stuff was stolen from my friend's house. He lives in a compound in Karen (a suburb of Nairobi). To this day we believe that it was his house keeper. However, the police system in Kenya is one of corruption and payoffs, and without actually catching the guy in the act there was little to nothing that could be done.

I had my passport, iPod, and Olympus with me at the coast...so I could not hang on to the anger that I felt at first.

and I know that having less makes you appreciate more, is very cliche but Africa has taught me that this is true...

as most know, I am one of those super organized, and planning for everything (to the extent that I packed about six times before I left). However, when all of my stuff was taken I was allowed to let go and not worry about anything anymore.

it never really got me down, and it was a running joke on the trip. It taught me that I can be prepared without all the preparation...that I am capable and I can let go...

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crAsh13 on November 13, 2007 from Atlanta, United States

from the travel blog: East Africa in 2007

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