Life goes on. You can throw a person painful hospital trips, a humiliating breakup, chase them via killer hippo, give them a massive book of...

Decisions, decisions. My ticket to the US has me arriving at Newark Airport on October 17. But I don’t feel ready to go home yet. I haven’t ...

I’d arrived in Swakopmund, Namibia, at around six on a Sunday night. I’d rented a flat and moved my backpack in the next morning. It was a t...

I felt guilty as I threw away the can my pasta sauce came in. “Someone in Uganda needs this can,” I thought. But I wasn’t in Uganda. I was i...

"Golly," I thought as I glanced around the Johannesburg airport departures area. "There sure are a lot of white people here....

I was in the pick-up on my way back to Murchison Falls, having permanently checked out of my Kampala accommodation. Herr Marlboro was at the...

“No, not that bump, please don’t drive there.” I was sending mental instructions to my boda-boda driver. “Not this bump either, aieeeee!” I ...

On my first day back in Kampala, I stopped for gas three times, in three different minibus taxis. Minibus taxis and boda-bodas (motorbike ta...

It was my first day back in Kampala after two weeks of beef-eating in Murchison Falls. H.M. was off working, buying electrical supplies or s...

“Are you coming?” yelled H.M. to the ranger from the rhino camp. “C’mon!” The ranger looked astonished, blinking his eyes at the DED Toyota ...