Thanksgiving Day.
Wake up at 4:00 am to pack.
Leave at 4:30 to drive to bus station.
Arrive at 5:30 leave at 6:00.
Drive from Dar Es Saalam to Nairobi.
Arrive at 9:00.
Negotiate cab fee.
Arrive at hostel by 9:15 pm.
Order dinner while wondering how bad the Detroit Lions got beat this year.
Thanksgiving meal: cheese, ham, and tomato sandwich with a cup of hot chocolate.
To tired to shower.
Go to bed at 11 pm.
That was Thanksgiving Day. It sucked. I ask Aly for her dry bag to try to throw-up in it on the bus. Didn’t do it…wanted to. Tried to sleep but just ended up being in and out of it for the next couple hours while drooling on my hoodie as my pillow. Just got over having malaria, a stomach ameba, low blood counts, and decided to start a new cold that day. I was hot, sticky, and crabby.
Traveled over 100 hours by bus this month alone…100% over it.
Me and Aly started to play the thankful game 9 hours into the ride fearing if we didn’t negativity would get the best of us. Gosh I must have rattled off over a 100 things I’m thankful for to counter balance the 100 hours of buses. Sometimes we are so focused on the junk in front of us that we miss the gift.
What I get to do is a gift.
Sometimes I forget.
I travel around the world, not working a 9 to 5 job back home, so I can tell people about the love of Jesus. Yeah Salley, life must be so hard you. Get over yourself.
That’s what I thought as I finally laid my head on my pillow that night.
