The last week

The last 2 weeks flew by for me. After returning from safari and then experiencing those procedures were so amazing but time just flew by. On my last weekend we went to a crocodile farm and saw the feeding a and I faced my fears of holding a crocodile. We also went to Haller Park which is a wildlife conservation and fed giraffs. Sunday brought my first ride in a Matatu. These are the local transportation vehicles that are literally everywhere in Mombasa. The drivers are extremely crazy and dangerous a lot of the time but that is just how it is. Phares and Osborne came with us to diani beach. In order to get there you have to use the ferry because Mombasa is an island so you must go from island to mainland. Recap: the hospital is located on Mombasa island but where I was staying in Nyali was mainland. There is a bridge on both sides but traffic can be so bad. We take the bridge to hospital but to the beach we needed the ferry. It was so cool because I have not been on one before and it was a zoo. Cars and trucks went on first then a huge mass of people filled in the gaps. It was crazy and its along the main port so I got to see a bunch of ships. 

Anyway the matatus are big vans that have a driver and a caller and they all try to get you to go in theirs. We had a group of 7 so it was difficult finding one with enough space. I found it as a huge adventure. This mode of transportation is the cheapest option besides walking. Because there are almost no traffic rules here matatus even in traffic will get you to where you need because they just go wherever to get through. They have amazing names and stickers on the outside. Some of the best were TAKE THE RISK?, WHY SO SERIOUS?, MONEY IS THE PROBLEM, CHANCE, WHO KNOWS? and many more. Most are even decked out with neon lights both inside and outside so at night they are really colorful. They blare music too. It's like a full time party van.....but not. 

The beach was great. I got to swim in the Indian Ocean!! Whoop whoop. Then on Monday for my last night Benson took us to a club for some dancing and celebration. We at first were the only people dancing ( we made our own dance floor) and the 11 of us just danced for like 2 hrs straight. We had a couple local girls join in later and we got some of the customers moving along but boy it was so fun. It was a great way to spend my last night out with all the interns, even the newest ones from Norway. 

Tuesday I did not go to the hospital but packed and said my goodbyes. It was such a weird, sad, happy, and slow day. The morning moved like molasses and all the staff that I had befriended were gloomy. I told myself it would have been easier to not be as nice and friendly because its easier to say goodbye to acquaintances than friends, but then I knew I would rather have to say a sad goodbye than not have sir friendship. I know in my heart I will see them again. There is no possible way that after one of the greatest experiences of my life I could not go back and see the people again who gave it to me.   

My goodbye committee