The final hours in Africa filled with winding alleyways, gorgeous beaches and sweat dripping from every part of my body.
When you can sprint up to 43 miles per hour, why would you even need the ability to fly?
They informed me at the airport in Tanzania that my suitcase was WAY too heavy for the plane back home.
No big deal, I made eye contact with a zebra and saw straight into its soul.
That sound you hear is a complete lack of access to the Internet or a cellular network. It rivals angels singing in harmony.
This guy was very difficult to fold up and fit inside my suitcase.
We are so spoiled with our wireless and ethernet and Internet cafes. And our basic healthcare, while I’m at it.
The birthplace of all that lives in these pages.
There is just one moon and one golden sun.
A parting gift from the place I used to call home.