"ey ey mzungu mzungu, how are you? How are you?"
These are the words that come out of every Kenyan child's mouth when you cycle past them. Mzungu translates as 'white man' and funnily enough you begin to respond to 'white man' as it almost replaces your own name. As a matter of fact I think I have even referred to myself as mzungu in various conversations with locals. However, being labelled as mzungu came as no surprise to me after passing through the first rural village during day 1 of cycling, where I was surrounded by a group of school kids who proceeded to try and rub my arms. I asked someone about what they were doing, and apparently they were trying to see if the pale skin is infact painted on or something! After the children's discovery that I was infact a genuine mzungu they began to laugh and joke in swahili and circle around me like I was some sort of alien. Reflecting on this moment, I cannot get my head around how surreal it felt. It was also very interesting to experience a society that obviously hasn't yet been enslaved by technology or swept up by the wrath of the Internet. These kids were probably between the ages of 5 and 12 and there was not a tablet or mobile device in sight. Compare them with 5-12 year old in your home country and most likely it's a different story. No sign of fortnite, no texting each other. Just smiles, laughter and talking face to face. (although my swahili isn't very good so they could have just been laughing and talking about the funny looking mzungu infront of them. When the camera came out for 'selfie' time, the kids again looked at this alien machine that would freeze a moment in time and show it back to you.