DAY 4: Flying through Amsterdam

I got a whole center row on the airplane to myself on the way to Amsterdam. That was nice. I may have also thrown one of those Delta blankets into my backpack unsure of what the bedding situation will be in Bungoma. The Amsterdam airport felt like some sort of huge IKEA to me. I had a 4 hour layover there so I waited until McDonald's (yeah, even in Amsterdam) opened at 6am and ordered the "New York" which was 2 Egg McMuffins with coffee and orange juice. That has officially been my last taste of American food and I have to say, those Egg McMuffins were better than any I have ever had in the states.

On the flight to Nairobi I sat next to a French man who used to be a police officer (or policier) in Paris and now lives in Burgondy. He was very kind and we spoke a mix of broken French and English to each other. I gave him my e-mail and he said that he would send me a picture of himself at the top of Kilimanjaro if I sent him a picture of me on a farm in Bungoma.