I looked up at the volcano, towering above our group. It was really high.
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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”
Aussies know how to par-tay
I am not an Aussie.
I cannot even try to pretend I am an Aussie.
When I try to be an Aussie, bad things happen … like shots of Jager getting poured directly from the bottle into my mouth.
The otherside of the Atlantic Ocean
Covered in sunscreen (SPF 30) and armed with my book and a sheet to layout, I headed to the beach. The sky looked a bit threatening that morning … teetering between sun and clouds and sunny with clouds, so I wasn’t sure if a beach day was even possible. But, I had to make itContinue reading “The otherside of the Atlantic Ocean”
