Read as we go through the journey of Nidhi seeking Kenya as a home. The skies were overcast, the wind was slowly picking up speed and the rising dust was making it harder to see. I had just gotten back on my bicycle after two days of rest from my knee injury and I was being extremely careful not to fall again. I was sixteen and on one of the best trips of my life. Along with a bunch of other people my own age, I had opted for a five day biking trip for my intercultural experience from school. We were going to bike from the Ngong Hills outside Nairobi to Amboseli National Park on the Tanzanian border, covering almost 200km on the way. I had just moved to Kenya five months ago and when this opportunity came along, I jumped at it. It was nothing like I had heard before and I was ready to expe
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