Apparently I didn't have to leave the country to experience reverse culture shock; it just took a visit to Village Market in Nairobi. Alexia had been raving about it for months, telling me all about the time she’d gotten her face painted there. Even Stephen had told me multiple times that he’d have to take me there before I left.
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.
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.