How I traveled to Mombasa With Almost No Money

It had been two months, that is 62 days or 1,488 hours to be exact of no travel. I was at the peak of fernweh. A strong craving to travel to somewhere new and far. At the same time, I was also at the peak of poverty.

I felt trapped.

But God heard the cry and yearning of my heart. And I got an invitation to a friend’s wedding in Mombasa. Food and accommodation were to be provided once there. All I needed was my own transportation. It was like a miraculous sign from God that I could not ignore. Continue reading “How I traveled to Mombasa With Almost No Money”