As I step off the plane I’m greeted by a familiar though unsettling aroma.  A fresh blend of urine, body odor, sewage, and spice, well mixed by a cool humid breeze.  I shake off the jelly legs and walk down the stairs to the tarmac to wait for the shuttle.  Before I can step foot into the airport my emotions are hot, frustrated, and slightly defeated. I anticipate the anxiety of customs, baggage claim, and ground transportation.  Although, I pass more smoothly than expected.

The drive over is surreal, I know I’m in a third world country, but it’s hidden behind tall, sculpted, industrial buildings, brightly lit with neon signs; smoothly paved roads with fresh markings; and deceitful authoritative smiles from patrolling police.  I’m engulfed in the perfectly cool night wind in my face.  I arrive at a gated compound dorned with tall, shiny, loosely coiled barbed wire.  We enter and I’m greeted by a friendly hello and a quick tour of the house.  It’s past bedtime.  I set my things down and try to calm down.  I know I need to sleep, but I’m nervously excited.

A quick shower, a clean change of clothes, and one unsuccessful attempt at the Internet.  I unfold my mosquito net, crawl inside and for just a few moments enjoy the peace of being here.  As I try to quiet my mind it starts to work harder and harder against me.  Sounds, lights, touch, my adrenaline is high and my body is sweating.  After three hours of restlessness I feel a creature walking on my right leg.  It’s heavier than a bug or a gecko, but lighter than a lion.  I’m paralyzed.  I slowly grab my phone, take a deep breath, and turn on the flashlight. I raise the light, keeping my legs deathly still.  My phone illuminates two terrified jade green eyes, belonging to a small kitten.

Relieved, given the possibilities, she curls up next to my legs and we both turn down for some rest.  I’m not sure I’m a big fan of my new friend, but she’s a friend nonetheless.