After my prude showing in Budapest, I knew I HAD to visit a Hamam while visiting the intoxicatingly colorful and wild Morocco. Besides, “Losing inhibitions” is on my Bucket List.
I had been warned ahead of time, ignore people on the streets in Morocco. They will talk to you, befriend you, then demand money when you go your separate ways. Oh yeah, I was going into Morocco armed with so much knowledge about what to do, how to act, what to wear (cover your body,Continue reading “One-thousand welcomes”
My last night in Rwanda was torture, thanks to the bliss and luxury provided by Nyungwe Forest Lodge, a lush five-star lodge tucked into a tea plantation. How could something so lovely and serene and posh be torture?
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.
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”
I looked up at the volcano, towering above our group. It was really high.
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.
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”
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”
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”