Africa
Two Meanderthals, a 4×4 and a caffeinated baboon.
The 4×4 was up to its hubcaps in mud, hopelessly stuck. Three native boys in loin cloths huddled…
The 4×4 was up to its hubcaps in mud, hopelessly stuck. Three native boys in loin cloths huddled…
It is 7:30 on a Sunday night at the Kapika Lodge on the northern Namibia-Angola border. Half a…
I miss Jake. Though I’ve never met him, seen his face, talked to him, or emailed, Skyped or…
“Why are all these people looking at that rock?” I quipped as we came upon a small group…
“Humpf,” dad would have said if I asked him to describe his core values. He’d scratch his head…
(The world is once again reeling from a series of terrorist attacks targeting major cities. Three suicide bombers…