Ever since I moved to the Netherlands, my Mum has been planning to come down here for a visit. Little did we know that it would take almost two years before she actually did so. She eventually came over this past summer and was here for just under a week.
Together, we explored parts of the country that even I hadn't seen yet. I'd assumed that we would book a hotel here in The Hague for the duration of her stay - which we did - but she also wanted to experience something different. So, we decided to spend a night on the SS Rotterdam.
Someone once told me that the best way to get to know a person is by travelling with them to a different place, and after the travelling experiences I've had so far, I couldn't agree more.
You learn a lot about a person - and they learn a lot about you - when in a different environment from the one you're both used to. You also get the opportunity to see life through their eyes for a while - which was the case when I visited my friend, Kanyali in Greece this summer.
For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to travel.
Exploring new places, and experiencing different cultures has always fascinated me. From the first time I left Kenya, I have felt at home wherever I went - regardless of how much of a misfit I was there. My eagerness to learn what I could about the new place overtook my fear of being surrounded by so much unfamiliarity; I would try my best to catch every sound and take in everything I possibly could with my eyes before I had to look away and keep moving.
It hadn't occurred to me that not everyone feels this way until a friend asked me,
"How do you do it? How are you so comfortable living among strangers in a foreign land? Don't you get scared at all? Don't you hate the feeling of being away from everything that's so familiar to you?"