Dawn has yet to extend her rosy fingers over the African continent when the sounds of alarms pierce the quiet air. Like a symphony beginning slowly, there are low groans, the crackle of plastic and rustling of canvas, finally a crescendo of zippers opening in unison. Nomads of the night. The tents are broken down Read Post
Overlanding Africa: Thoughts in the Desert
I feel different in Africa. Inside I smile constantly, discreetly like I haven’t gotten over the feeling of being excited about a moment. It’s the happiness you feel in your stomach that radiates upward and nearly forces a smile across your face. But I keep it trapped inside because it feels more tangible that way. Read Post