My worst nightmare....I am on my way to the Doctor..... in Kenya

I am on my way to the doctor in Kenya....every traveler's worst nightmare, it is uncomfortable enough going to the doctor in the States let alone the developing world. Flashbacks of ostentatiously hung photos in the waiting room of Passport Health where I received all $1000 worth of shots in two arms prior to leaving the Baltimore. The photos depict crude medical facilities in the developing world....all a scare tactic....right?

The Rift Valley and Beyond

The smell of a new(old) world tickled my nostrils as I exited the door of the boeing 777. The ceilings were low and wood paneled. Everything seemed a bit muted. I felt as thought I was watching an episode of "Welcome Back, Kotter" on Nick at Night. Making my way through the Jomo Kenyatta International Airport(Jomo Kenyatta was the founding father of Kenya's independence from the British in 1963) to immigration. I had received an inside tip just days prior...."when approaching the immigration lines pick the shortest line even if the sign reads 'Pilots and Cabin crew only'... signs don't matter". It turned out to be absolutely spot on. I received my 90day visa and I had officially arrived in Nairobi, Kenya. How did I make it this far....