Journey to Muranga

After spending one night in Nairobi to adjust to the 9 hour time change, we set off by car to the small, rural village of Muranga. Situated just about two hours outside of the city, Maragua was a completely different world. The streets were dirt, the houses were merely shacks, and there was barely a car to be seen. As we drove through each little neighborhood, we were met with smiling faces and eager waves from the people and children standing on the sides of the road. The juxtaposition of their genuine happiness amid the utter poverty that they live in can only be described as awe-inspiring. Seeing this state of being only minutes upon arriving in the village filled both Siobhan and I with bubbling excitement for what was to come next on our journey.