The final hours in Africa filled with winding alleyways, gorgeous beaches and sweat dripping from every part of my body.
He should be glad that I didn’t buy any nipple rings during my travels.
When you can sprint up to 43 miles per hour, why would you even need the ability to fly?
If Mormons did genealogy on dogs they’d trace Chuck back to Tanzania. And then have him baptized in the name of his ancestors.
That sound you hear is a complete lack of access to the Internet or a cellular network. It rivals angels singing in harmony.
You’re going to want to read this before you eat anything when traveling abroad.
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.
This cat may never enjoy a name of its own except in my household where pictures of it are a high commodity.
A feast of light and color and texture followed by one of the best meals of my life.