When he signed up three years ago, it seemed that the trip seemed so far away. I cannot believe the trip is actually happening now. It still feels surreal to me.
He is going with 17 other students and three teachers from the school. They are accompanied by a tour organizer and also meeting up a local guide over there. Let’s hope he will turn up at the airport.
The group is going to be involved in volunteer projects, and one of them is to help building a school in a remote area in Kenya. They are also bringing some gifts and my son has bought 150 pencils.
There will be some trekking excursions. They will be walking 7 hours a day for 5 days with all that heavy loads packed in 65 litre bag. For me, it is strange some people actually like doing that kind of thing.
I think they are sleeping under the stars some nights. I wonder if you get to see the Milky Way there.
I heard they would be taking a local bus for 8 hours from Kenya to Tanzania.
Sounds like a lot of fun….
It will be literally ‘No new is good news’. We will not hear from them unless something really bad happens.
No internet or mobile phones. We just have to prey to God to send them back safely.
I must be mad to agree with this whole thing, but if this is what he wants I guess I just have to let him go. He needs to live his life the way he wishes.
As a Japanese proverb, ‘If you love your child, send him out into the world’, yes?
I know he will have fantastic experiences and learn so much things that he would never be able to learn in a class room.
And they do get to spend time at the beach. They are also visiting a safari.
He wanted me to buy him a mole skin sketch notebook. I am looking forward to seeing what he would draw in it.