I’d been expecting a sprawling outdoor craft market, but instead we arrived at an opulent indoor/outdoor mall. It was nicer than most of the malls I’ve been to in America, and the price tag on my lunch reflected it. Eight hundred shillings for a Greek salad and water was by far the most expensive meal I’d purchased in Kenya.
It was definitely a strange way to spend my last day in the country and almost seemed to go against what I'd been working towards over the past few months.