It is easy to write about white sand beaches that stretch on for miles, empty of people, dotted with thatched roof bungalows and beach front bars. Turquoise waters stretch outward…
Tag: Tanzania
“That’s not rain, it is Chuck Norris pee!” KG yells across the maelstrom to the neighboring tent. There is no pitter patter of rain, just a constant white noise, rhythmically…
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…