teacher 'Great Migrations' Day Eight: The only negative was the airport.Zap2it’s Jacqueline Cutler is traveling with National Geographic Channel as part of their “Great Migrations Preview Trip” to Kenya, Africa. Her appreciation and enthusiasm for NGC’s content and award-winning programming led them to offer this precious opportunity to her first, as one of only two hand-picked U.S. press members to join the safari. For several incredible days, Jacqueline has a front-row seat to all the behind-the-scenes activity that goes into filming this seven-part global programming event that will follow millions of animals during their life-and-death migration across an ever-changing world.  This first-of-its-kind production will have its television premiere in November.

Day Eight: Friday, Sept. 17

NAIROBI – Cows just passed. I barely take notice, there are just four of them, and they’re not doing anything all that dramatic like heading down a steep embankment, avoiding crocodiles and swimming across a river — the stuff of the great migration.

I’m on a patio of a hotel in Nairobi, and have seven hours to go until the flight to Amsterdam. A security alarm just went off, and after days of very mellow, very friendly people, and hippos groaning as the ambient sound, the security alarm is jarring, and a good reminder that I am in transition, on the way home.

This sleek hotel feels like many people could have artillery ready at a moment’s notice. You have to walk through metal detectors to enter; security is obvious. The other journalists are reading, talking, relaxing and we are already tired.

The night before ended late for a few of us, around a table in the bar. The Australian journalists are hilarious to drink with, and I now know that “arc up” means to stand at attention. I learned plenty more, but I know to keep this clean.

This diary’s a little out of order because electricity and connection to Internet are not givens. There’s a bit more from Wednesday.

NAROK, KENYA – I will learn how to spell that without looking because I will be addressing boxes there. The need for school supplies and books here is staggering, and there is so much we can do to help.

Mara Rianda Primary School is a collection of buildings off a dusty road, not far from the Maasai village we visited.  Goats hang out in a fenced off area, laundry dries on lines. The school, built in 1988, has 777 students, all in uniform.

The kids come out to greet us. Lots of “Jambo!” calls and the bolder children pose for the cameras, while the shy hide behind their pals. No different from any school in any of the hundreds of classrooms I’ve been in, in America.

A school in Narok, however, is not going to be like a school in a suburb. I’m no stranger to poor schools, as the product of some, and having covered many when I was an education reporter, I know many schools don’t have computer labs, high-tech gym equipment and new textbooks.

Here, though, 43 children crowd into a fairly dark room. Some walk 10 kilometers to school, each way, which sounds like the jokes American grandparents say to kids. There are no buses.

The teacher, Metrine Muluya, teaches Swahili, English, science — whatever group seven needs, and the age range would basically cover our middle through high schools — in this one classroom.

When asked, the students reveal they want to be engineers, doctors and one wants to be a pilot. No one said basketball player, singer or TV star, the most common answers I get at home.

Their textbooks are shared and have the dog-eared look of pages turned so often they’re velvety and about to fall apart. The teacher looks mystified when I ask about behavior problems.

Of course all of these kids can’t be perfect, but when we went into the classroom, she said one word in Swahili and they filed in quietly. With 43 in her class, (some classes have 60 students) she explained what would happen if there were a behavioral incident, but it felt as if she were reaching for an answer to something that hadn’t happened much.

These kids want to be here. They need basics — pencils, pens, and notebooks. Given that Americans, who could, just bought school supplies for their kids and usually have a lot left over, I am going to conduct a drive when I get home. It does not seem like all that much to send, and though I realize some basic implements will hardly change their lives, it certainly can’t hurt.

I hope I to explain this a home before my husband reads this. He wound up lugging thousands of books the last time I was so moved, when Hurricane Katrina left New Orleans’ library shelves bare. He asked my next collection be for orphans in need of feather pillows. I hate to disappoint him, but it’s books and supplies.

AMSTERDAM – Now that I am out of Africa, the only negative was the airport. I had a little trouble getting out, as I did getting in.

Some people had to have their fingerprints scanned, and mine were done twice. Then the official took an image of my retina. He asked questions, looked me up on a computer, and I knew to keep my natural sarcasm and outrage under wraps.

It’s not only the power trip some people go on as soon as they put on a shirt with a badge, there was something suspicious about me to the officials in the Nairobi airport. I was very relieved to sit down at a restaurant, have a liter of water with the some of the National Geographic folks and the journalists from all over. I was even relieved to board 90 minutes before take-off.

The flight from Nairobi to Amsterdam is over seven hours. Happy to return to the Amsterdam. Changed money, and truly the dollar does not go as far as it used to. The man at the info counter advised me to take the train to the hotel, then a taxi, but I was so tired and starting to smell like a wildebeest, so I finally decided on a taxi.

The taxi driver wore a tie. Let me repeat that — the taxi driver wore a tie and a jacket and an ironed shirt. It’s his company’s rules, he explained. The hotel is on a small, winding street. It was dark when I arrived, but this city is clearly all everyone builds it up to be. The innkeeper let me come in hours before check-in, and though my room was not ready, let me stay in another to shower and nap.

I’m just about out of power on my laptop and the adapter I brought with me simply does not work in any country, so this is probably my last installment for now.

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