Volcanos, Loneliness and Homelessness

I made it somehow, I am sitting in my hosts office looking at the micro-finance stuff written on a white board on the wall, listening to the rediculous Nairobi traffic outside. My trip here was an adventure in it's self.

I was originally supposed to go straight to Amsterdam, but when I got there they said i had to go to NY first. So, I went to NY first. Then from NY to Amsterdam I sat next to a man from Libya who did not speak any english, but somehow we still were able to make fun of Delta's headphones. Then when we got to Amsterdam at 5:45 in the morning, I was greeted with the departure screens telling me that Schiphol airport was closed until 2 PM. So, I did what all smart people did and bought a train ticket into Amsterdam. However, I was told that I was not allowed back in if the airport closed and that I would have to stay somewhere AFTER i checked out through coustoms...awesome. So, I went into Amsterdam for a few hours, walked around sat by the canal, watched people ride their bikes. Came back to the airport at around 12 hoping that I would be able to leave. The good news was that the flight was leaving, the bad news was that it was leaving at 2:45, then it was leaving at 4. So, while waiting for it I fell asleep...I wake up and see "gate closing" on the screen and book it to the gate. I make it just in time and get on the plane as they close the gate. I walk on the plane, an Airbus mind you and there is no one on the flight. I sit in my seat next to no one, look around and I see absolutly no one! The whole day was extremely lonely, I had to keep reminding myself that God was with me because I felt very sad that I was alone. It turns out that because of the volcano, no one had shown up to get on the flight, it was supposed to be full. To understand the emptiness of this plane let me explain something to you. The airbus I was on seats over 400 people, including myself there were 35 people scattered around the aircraft. In my section alone which held about 100 seats there were 2 people, one of them was me! Halfway through the flight I realized I had a problem, because I was delayed in Amsterdam, I had sent an email to my host Alvin who was to pick me up that I was delayed, but because I had fallen asleep in the airport and booked it to the gate,I hadn't had time to send him one saying I was coming. So, the only lead I had on getting picked up when I got into Nairobi at 11:45 at night was his phone number...did I have a phone? Kinda. We land, I go to activate my phone that I had bought last time I was in Africa so I could call Alvin and the phone company said I had to go into town in order to activate my phone. So, I was stuck, no phone, no computer and I checked out in the lobby for my host and sure enough...no host. I found a man that let me use his phone, but the phone rang through and I had to leave a message. So, I was homeless in Kenya for about 30 minutes until Alvin called back. FINALLY, I am in Nairobi, where I am supposed to be. The lesson of all of this, is God worked all things out, even though they seemed hopeless. I still got to where I needed to be, whether I freaked out or not.

This week is going to be fairly chill according to my host, he is showing me around and introducing me to his staff and resting me up before I get to head first. Which is nice, because I need to figure out how I am going to do all this... I still don't know... Oh well.