The End

Wake up, pack everything, get on the bus. 

The bus went over the Kenyan border.  I tried to take in the last bits of scenery, fully aware by this time that I couldn't really process what was happening anymore. 

The bus went into Nairobi and straight to the airport.  I couldn't check in early and access the terminal, because my airline only has one flight per day, so I sat at an outdoor cafe.  For 12 hours.  And not some quaint outdoor cafe, some dirty, crappy Kenyan airport cafe.  Eventually, check in, make my way to the gate, and onto the plane.  The total travel time, from Arusha to the US, would be 40 hours.   This part was halfway through, and marked the end of my trip to Africa.

Immediately after the plane took off, I fell asleep.