With you, with you, with you…

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i write this particular post to you from a tremendously thankful heart here in malindi. we didn’t end up going to zanzibar after all, so after visiting a medical center for a very short amount of time yesterday morning, we hopped on a bus to mombasa early in the afternoon. the last 24 hours have been an absolute fiasco, but it is a fantastic story to tell 🙂 from the start of the day yesterday we were in a taxi (4 of us crammed in the back with our assorted carry on baggage) several times trying to find our way around dar to the health clinic and then to the hotel and then finally the bus stop. our total time spent in the taxi must have been close to 3 hours. and when the feeling in you legs is disappearing that quickly, it was no wonder that when we arrived to our bus station, we were all a little anxious/apprehensive/not too happy. after being badgered over and over again by people trying to give us a taxi ride, sell us something, or get us to go with them somewhere (this was a consistent them yesterday…it got really old really quick), we found our bus that we were supposed to ride to mombasa. it didn’t look too pretty at all. we found the people who worked for the bus company loading an exorbitant amount of boxes underneath the bus and on the back of the bus. the boxes contained some powdered drink aptly named ‘jolly jus’, but strangely enough, after seeing how cramped the boxes forced us to be, they didn’t have the expected jolly effect. there were people in every seat, some in the aisles, boxes under our feet, over our heads, and behind us stuffed in the back. it was not a comfortable atmosphere to say the least. we soon found out that we would be on the bus for 10 hours (arriving in mombasa at midnight) with a few stops in between: the border, and before that a town called tanga. to make a really stinkin long story short, we arrived in tanga only to find that they loaded a ridiculous amount of other goods (and other people!) on the bus in our quick absence to find some food. after climbing over the bags and bags of who knows what to get to our seats, we settled in for the most uncomfortable part of our journey. sitting down, there were bags past my shoulders in height and people sitting on top of the bags. understanding that almost half of the bus was filled with stuff. the amount of people that were on the bus would’ve been just fine if there were the normal amount of seats available. the back of the bus was hovering dangerously close to the ground, and every time we made a turn it felt like we were going to tip over. this is all after the bus drivers bribed the people at the weigh station to let them go through even though they were already over weight!! haha. we eventually got to the border, waited a while, climbed back in, climbed back out, waited some more…and on and on until we arrived in mombasa at 5:30 in the morning. 14.5 hours after we left dar es salaam. the only thing good about it was that we just hopped on the 6:00 bus to malindi and made it here a short 2 hours later. since then we’ve been debating whether to go to sleep or not, fearing that we won’t sleep tonight if we do, and so here i am, alive and well, writing to you. what an experience!

our next couple of days are pretty low key since this is the time that we were originally supposed to be in zanzibar, and then we get on more buses saturday morning to head to our final destination: nairobi. we have a lot planned there, and i am definitely looking forward to it. the program that we are involved with, that is. not the bus ride 😉

at this point, our team is missing some of the simple things that we have taken for granted in the states. salad, bread sticks, restaurants without flies, less dirt, and definitely music. but strangely enough, there have been 2 distinct moments in our time here (one in moshi and one today in malindi) when i have been comforted just the slightest bit by the smooth melodies of chris brown. a little taste of home, enough to relax my mind. i can’t help but smile when i hear ‘forever’ and ‘with you’ here. it brings me to a happy place. 🙂

nitaonana wewe haraka. 🙂

ben.

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About Zach Younkin

I'm currently enrolled at Western Governors University, pursuing my degree in Accounting. I'm hoping that this blog provides you with some encouragement to be what God has promised you. This blog collects dust, which is unfortunate. Keep your eyes open for some sporadic blog posts. I spend more time on Twitter, so go follow me there. @zachyounkin
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One Response to With you, with you, with you…

  1. Maddy says:

    excited to hear that you are alive and well after that adventure.

    I hope everything goes smoothly from here.
    I will pray for rest and patience today!
    I am happy to hear that you got a little chris brown fix. 🙂

    Prayers!
    Maddy

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