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 353: A Dish Called Rwanda
Wow. Rwanda. Like, really, wow. I know what I like and I like what I see.I dragged my reluctant carcass out of bed at some ungodly hour and headed over…