Week 2 of Staff Orientation: Sirwaaaaa?

You type Sirwa into Google maps and "make sure you spelled your search correctly" reads below the search bar.

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As our bus climbed the sloppy mountainside the accompanying Tarzan soundtrack seemed appropriate. Jungle hedged us in on one side and sheer drops to the expansive valley bound us on the other, the rocky road not even the width of our tires. 

Before arriving at our humble hosts home, our beings gnawed to revel in the view. We called out from the hilltops, watching the rains run toward our perch. 

Chamage!!!! "Do ya love me?"@bborgram

Everyone sprinted to the bus. I ambled down the hillside in fat rain, the water shortage in my coastal Kenyan home not far from my mind----latent Kache (my village name) resurfacing.

The bus continued to navigate up and up and up the rain soaked path....and then, skidded into the jungle roadside. "Everyone off the bus". 

10, 20-something white ladies huddled in the dark jungle in the big rain. 7, 20-something white men shouldered the back of the bus while the rubber spun deeper mud holes.

10 minutes later, we were strapping on our gear and hiking into the blackness, in the rain toward our unknown village hosts! Holy Moley, my appetite for adventure beginning to buzzzzzzz. The start of a good story always begins with rain and darkness and hungry bodies after a taxing day.

The village story of Sirwa.....
The pursuit of an unknown destination,
The joy of the challenge......Is it possible to leave unchanged?