…the finest Spanish wines, plates of fresh olives just fallen from the tree, accordion players, and beautiful women teaching me the native dances of Ceuta. There would be old men smoking Spanish cigars around the table, telling tales few have heard and somehow a horse would be involved in the story. UPDATE / CORRECTION, FEBRUARY…
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Moshi sat across the desk and seemed more like a new friend than a consulate worker, asking me why I’d only be in Bangladesh for a night. He was clearly disappointed, and mentioned to me all the things I’d miss, asking me if I’d consider staying longer. He was proud of his country, seemed happy…
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I’m not a hipster, and definitely not a follower…but avocado toast? Yes, I’ll follow. And if that makes me look like a hipster, then hip-hip-hooray! I’m not afraid to say I love avocado toast. I’ve enjoyed it dozens of places, and it’s never disappointe. And it’s always been pretty consistent. Except today. Today was the…
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Welcome to Niger Niger was at the tail end of this three-week, sixteen-country African expedition. You could say it was the last country in Africa-Africa; it was my last stop before heading north to Morocco, where I’d ferry across the Straight of Gibraltar to catch my flight home from Madrid. It had been an amazing…
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The energy here made the hair on my arms stand up. Cotonou’s vibe had quickly pierced my soul and was flowing through my blood. I don’t know why I felt so good, but the sudden rush took over my whole body and pulsated through my veins as I let the crowd carry me into the…
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Gabon was chill and had a very comfortable vibe. It was the exact opposite of Cameroon, where people looked at me with scowls and suspicion, and finding places to eat was a challenge. Upgrade I ain’t mad at Gabon. The West African Francophone nation scored points with me simply because it wasn’t Cameroon. That place…
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The overhead speakers were blaring Spanish Christmas music and my senses were overloaded and confused. I absolutely loved the fact that I was in Africa, and Spanish was the official language. The scenery looked like South Tucson, but the people didn’t. Wait, Where? Equatorial Guinea was one of the hand full of countries I was…
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