My first sketchbook.
In the summer of '99, after graduating from college, I went to Kenya with five classmates to work at a mission hospital in Kikuyu, near Nairobi. Before I left, a friend gave me a large black sketchbook.
We brought donated medical supplies with us, shadowed physicians during rounds and procedures, and helped with clerical work around the hospital. We were there for six weeks and were able to travel around the country, as well.
Guard's house behind the Green House
Inside the Green House.
Porch of the Green House.
Van ride back from our photo safari in the Masai Mara and Serengeti.
In mid June we took a train from Nairobi to Mombasa on the coast. On the 14-hour trip I read The Man-eaters of Tsavo. Written in the Victorian era, it tells the story of lion attacks on the worker camps during the rail's construction.
We stayed in a beachfront resort in Mombasa for a few days. Most of the tourists were European, and of them most were German.
We stayed in a beachfront resort in Mombasa for a few days. Most of the tourists were European, and of them most were German.
Camels for hire, and an ever-present and watchful policeman.
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