Thursday, 28 August 2008

Pilgrimage to Kenya 2000AD

After tracing & eventually meeting my birth mother, for the first time in 1998, when I was 31, I managed to get across to Kenya to meet her again, on her home turf.

I kept a journal of the trip and decided that it might make interesting reading, so here goes. Comments are "on" but will be moderated according to relevance...



A few weeks ago, (22nd Nov), after finally making the decision, and ringing round several agents, I went to Tony Iredale Travel in Holmfirth and booked my ticket to Kenya. Although I hadn't intended keeping a full diary of the trip, what follows is a series of thoughts, and notes written in those few grabbed moments, between safaris, on aircraft, on buses, and so on. Doubtless there will have been a little editing before all these words reach the typed page, but essentially this is simply a transcript of the same.

Remember this?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Darlin'. You are so young. And we share something.

I was 25, found my birth dad on the internet and went and met him at 26.

He walked away when I was two, I never knew him.