Last night, I decided I wanted to experience the life of s street child; even if only for a night. I decided I wanted to sleep in the street with the kids. Of course, the first thing people say when you reach Kenya is: don't talk to the street kids, and don't go out at night. In one swift move, I was able to break both of those guidelines. Sidewalk by day, bed by night. Here is a portion of sidewalk where over 20 street children, aged 5 to 14, sleep. You can see me in the photo (you can see my white leg, my big butt, and the side of my face, against the wall of the building). I slept there all night.

My official thoughts on the experience: After a mostly sleepless night, using my rubber sandal as a pillow and having small bugs crawl up and down my legs, I awoke in a puddle of someone else's pee (I am guessing Alex, a 5 year old street boy who slept next to me). Needless to say, spending a night with the street boys was a valuable experience, but it only increased my motivation to get them off the streets and into a healthy living condition. It also made me appreciate my own bed that much more.