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The children of Nkombo

Our lovely blog trip of JD, Anna, Jason and Adam, helmed by our fantastic tour guide, William, was nearing the end of our days when we took a boat from Gisenyi to our final destination (sans flights from Kigali) of Nyungwe.

When motorbikes go wrong

It happened in an instant. I saw a face. A motorbike. Then I heard the awful sound of vehicle hitting vehicle. And then a thud. Then, I felt our SUV roll over something. Oh. My. God. I screamed. Put my hand over my mouth, which was agape. Anna grabbed my hand. We had hit someone.Continue reading “When motorbikes go wrong”

Gorilla trekking

I looked up at the volcano, towering above our group. It was really high.

Igitaramo and Kwita Izina

We departed from Kigali following a buffet lunch of chicken, rice and fruit, loaded into our two SUVs and headed for Volcanoes National Park and Ruhengeri for a gorilla-themed weekend.

Rwanda, 15 years after the genocide

The next morning, we awoke early for breakfast, where I met Jason, Adam and another reporter, Mary (she was doing a story on politics, not travel, but was still on our travel press trip). We ate quickly because we were being shuffled off on a bus tour of Kigali. We could have slept in becauseContinue reading “Rwanda, 15 years after the genocide”

The first night in Rwanda

Once JD and I had arrived at Sports View, we dropped our bags in our rooms and set off to find the other members of our press trip — Anna, Jason and Adam. We only found Anna. When I had received the names of the people on the trip, I was elated to see AnnaContinue reading “The first night in Rwanda”

My first glimpse of Africa

I picked 14 K on the Brussels flight to Kigali on purpose. I wanted a window seat and to spread my legs out in front of me. I never get the chance to sit in the first seat in the economy class, but this time, the Plane Gods were on my side. The trip toContinue reading “My first glimpse of Africa”

Airport Sleeping 101

So, you are going to crash at the airport? I am not a huge fan airport sleepovers. It’s not comfortable. It’s not fun. It’s loud. But, sometimes turning the airport into your own personal sleep sanctuary is the only option. Plus, it’s my favorite backpacker word: FREE. Late-night arrivals, early morning flights, even running outContinue reading “Airport Sleeping 101”

Dolce suenos in an airport?

“You should make sure you have a towel if you are going to sleep at the airport tonight,” the girl at Faro Guest Lounge, where I had been staying for two night, suggested. “Those floors get cold.” “Yeah,” I said. I hadn’t even thought of it. I hadn’t really thought anything through in terms ofContinue reading “Dolce suenos in an airport?”

The campo in Espana

“D!!” I could her Abbey calling my name, but couldn’t see her. “D!!” I looked past the bus, across the street where a red Volkswagen van parked on a bed of gravel, and there was Abbey, waving her arms around. Ahhh … to be with a friend again! After two nights in Lagos, the secondContinue reading “The campo in Espana”