Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
We experienced the three-part Senegalese tea ceremony each night (amére comme la mort; doue comme la vie; miellé comme l’amour), marveled at the more-or-less tame sea hawk perched just feet from our dinner table, and made friends with the hotel’s chocolate lab puppy. The kicker: all of it costs the same daily rate as bush camping on the truck…
More pictures here:
|St Louis - Senegal|
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
More on Morocco later, but as a preview, I'm in love with the walls of colorful shoes...
Thursday, November 25, 2010
We spent our first night wandering around London, drinking cider at an English pub followed by wine and room service at our hotel. Posh hotel, wine and best friend = best battery recharge ever.
I couldn’t have asked for a better 30th birthday present!
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Frequent rewards for our vigilance kept us hooked until the park closed at 6:30pm. Spending yet another day driving around in Hot Dog, however, threatens to make us all fat.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Ride an ostrich: Check.
Watch meerkats hug each other: Check.
Witness Juan’s mom embarrass him in front of gritty South Africans: Check.
Our day began at 5:30am in Oudtshoorn when we met up with Devey Glinister for a tour of a local meerkat colony. Helen lost no time at all in announcing loudly to the rest of the group that she was Juan’s “ mommy.” I’ve never seen a stern Rwandan laugh so hard.
As the sun began to heat the meerkat’s sleeping mound, they starting popping out one-by-one to soak up the rays with their impeccable posture. It was a particularly eventful morning too – we were lucky to witness the shaming of the family slut, Molly. After returning from a three-day love romp with a bachelor meerkat, she had to endure being peed on by her younger siblings and triple-teamed in her fights to resume her rank. Seeing meerkats hug each other and then take turns as sentries while the others forage, though, is definitely a top ten wildlife experience!
Next up, the Cango Ostrich Farm. Apart from learning all the facts (their eyes are bigger than their brains), meeting a dwarf ostrich (only one is born every 20 years), and holding a newly-hatched baby, you can hug , kiss, get a neck massage or ride an ostrich. I opted for three of the four (Betsie only kisses boys – a fact for which Juan did not appear particularly grateful as he held the ostrich food pellet between his lips and cowardly covered his eyes). Riding an ostrich wasn’t as easy as it looked on Swiss Family Robinson but certainly just as fun.
Next up on the bucket list: learn to throw knives, read The Brothers Karamazov in the original Russian and study Kung Fu in China with a Shaolin monk…
Monday, November 8, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Eventually stumbling across the much-lauded cobblestone roads, we spent more time with our eyes peeled to the ground to avoid the copious amount of dog poop everywhere (Tia has a bad history with this) than taking in the art deco facades and wrought-iron terraces. People would trot by with their dogs, do their business, and the most conscientious of them picked up the remains with a paper towel and tossed both into the street. Not to mention there was a garbage strike going on so sometimes rounding a corner we’d find a rancid-smelling pile of plastic bags that local storeowners continued to add to, unperturbed. Yep, Paris has got nothing on this city.