"Seven thousand miles!" he whistled. "You must have been many places."
"Well, really only North America and Europe," I said.
"You haven't been to Africa?"
"No, never. I want to go, though."
He shook his head. "You have to go to Africa, Miss Doctor [his name for me]. You've only seen where the white people live. You have to see where the black people live."
I nodded. "I agree."
Other people began to board the bus, interrupting our conversation.
That exchange took place nearly a year and a half ago, but I haven't forgotten it. In three weeks, I am going to Africa. I will be in Kenya for a good portion of July. Nairobi, the Maasai Mara, Mombasa and Lamu are all on the itinerary. I think this would make my friend happy.
On a more prosaic note, I'm in the process of getting all my vaccinations for the trip. Thus far, I've been dosed for yellow fever, diptheria, tetanus, polio and hepatitis A & B. Several of those vaccinations were today and my arms hurt like billy-o. I have to go back for a malaria pill prescription and boosters for hepatitis next week. I like traveling, but must it involve quite so many needles?