“Mother thinks the road is long and lonely; Little brother thinks the road is straight and fine; Little darling thinks the road is soft and lovely; And I’m thankful that old…
Category: Travel
Posts relating to the frontcountry experiences of getting from point A to point B.
Coming out of Arusha’s Empire Club late at night, I was pretty sure I didn’t want to get on a motorcycle for the ride home. Despite my request, Sulley stopped…
“That is not my wish for you my brother” Rueben says in the pale glow of my headlamp. “No worries sir. I will see you in a couple of hours”…
We walked through the narrow portal in the cinderblock wall. A tall, wrought Iron gate clanked loudly as it closed behind us, keeping the honest people honest. The street below…
I sit there, entitled to my crammed seat, or one would suspect, given my non-deference to the elderly, the mothers, the workers. It doesn’t feel good, it doesn’t feel right. …
31 December 2013 — I need to call Orbitz. “¿Puedo utilisar el telefono?” I query. “Si. Ahhh, number quatro” The woman at the desk of the locutorio says gesturing behind…