Day 357: The Hard Slog
Any time frame you are given in Africa, remember to add a few hours, or even days. Matt and I got up at 6am, just in time to jump back…
Day 356: The Special Bus
The bus we're on is equipped to ferry schoolchildren around in Japan. It is not in any way shape or form designed to survive the horror that is an African…
Day 355: Mr Stanley, I Presume
Woke up on the bus, which had come to a halt sometime earlier in downtown Nairobbery. It was 5am as I staggered into a taxi and asked the driver to…
Day 354: Business As Usual
You know when somebody says that something was a breath of fresh air? I can't describe how apt that saying is when it comes to Rwanda. It is there that…