Family. Isn’t it weird how we all have family issues? Like who doesn’t have a screwed up family? I sure do. But I wouldn’t trade them for anything. My family is scattered all over the world and they are part of the reason I have such a deep love for travel. I grew up learning how to count in Rendili, we made flash cards learning the capitals of all the countries in Africa. We got dragged to go birding. How many 9-year-olds do you know who can tell you the scientific names for birds?
As I type this I have a cousin road tripping across Europe with her family. I have a brother who just got to Iceland for a holiday and cousins doing all sorts of cool things in Australia and Namibia. It’s time to share their stories. The stories of the people who keep my feet itchy, my atlas open and me glued to my Instagram to see where they go next.
Over the next few weeks, I will be sharing a few wild stories from MY people.
Stuck in the mud in the middle of Kenya, getting lost in Australia, climbing dunes in the Namib and so much more. My brother alone has the most incredible stories to tell (and he is SO good at telling them) I can’t wait for you to read all about my mad people and their adventures.
First up my Uncle and one of his mad adventures during the two decades he spent living in Kenya.