Travel unlocks the globe, but exploration doesn't always come with a ticket
Hi everyone! Just got back from a week in Cambodia, and still trying to shake the jetlag from the Siem Reap-Bangkok-Tokyo-Minneapolis-Chicago routing. I loved the country and can’t wait to share the photos and insights I learned in this beautiful nation! In fact I think I’ll put some of the Uganda writing on hold and work on Cambodia for a bit. Stay Tuned!
We all know sitting next to a child on an aircraft isn’t one of life’s great pleasures. However, now that I’m a mother whenever I sit next to a screaming baby, the look I give the parents is one of understanding rather than reproach. In fact, in my travels abroad I have encountered a fair number of seatmates that make the screaming infant in 32C look like an angel. In that vein here are a list of the 5 worst people to ever grace the front of an airline seat. You know you’ve encountered at least one…
Aloysius leaned over from the front seat, his priestly garb long since retired in Kampala over 10 hours ago. “Back to Congo” he said while gesturing to his smartphone’s GPS on Uganda’s ridiculously impressive mobile network. There may not have been electricity, paved roads, or running water, but even here on Uganda’s border with the DRC we were never without a mobile signal. Villagers gathered around solar panels to charge their cells for a few shillings were as common a sight in the Ugandan bush as the massive potholes that dotted the slivers of red dirt in the impossibly green jungle.