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…
Category: Travel
Posts relating to the frontcountry experiences of getting from point A to point B.
“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…