I had never loved the ticking of a clock more than I did that night.

Because every tick signified I was nearly approaching the beautiful city of Mombasa. I could picture myself there—mingling with high-profile surgeons and doctors and others from other fields and learning a few things. The thoughts of the picturesque historical sites like Vasco Da Gama pillars, the fort Jesus, the beautiful beach, and Bombolulu were not really in my mind because I did not know whether I would get spare time ...