What is it with ducks?
You know what I love? First and foremost, that through the kindness of people who were strangers but a week ago, I'm able to crash for a few days in a spare room in a spacious flat with a terrace...
View ArticleNo, I don't think they hit their heads with wooden boards
Who knows when I'll be connected to the web again, and since I didn't want to leave the photo of the Thai Nazis at the top of this blog all weekend, it's worth mentioning my upcoming visit to Keur...
View ArticleThe monks of Keur Moussa, Senegal
Perhaps I'll elaborate on this little scene later, perhaps not, but for now, here are some pictures I've taken of Keur Moussa, the Benedictine monastery where I've been staying outside Dakar, the...
View ArticleHey! Careful where you point that thing!
Bleary-eyed in Bamako – seriously, my right eye has a big red splotch, and moreover my coccyx is bruised from the recent bus ride – I’m reflecting on my run-in with the Malian fuzz, whose palms I had...
View ArticleLooks like I’m trying to draw something, but I don’t know what
I've updated the Google Map that tracks my overland journey through Africa. I'm now in Mali, waiting for visas to materialize, en route to Timbuktu; after that, Burkina Faso, Ghana, Togo, Benin,...
View ArticleSleepless in Western Sahara
It's late at night, and we're driving through the darkness of the Western Sahara in a rattly old Mercedes towards the border of Mauritania when I smell gas. My husband used to start everyday with the...
View ArticleDaylight robbery in Dakar
How to win your girlfriend back p>Dakar's a village in some respects — or at least it feels that way during my stay. People look at me oddly when I say this. The Senegalese capital sprawls across...
View ArticleAround Africa overland in 31 weeks
Wandering Savage went the overland route down the west coast of Africa from October 2010 to March 2011, entirely on public transport. Follow the route. It started in Palermo, where I caught the ferry...
View ArticleComforts of the New World in southern Africa
I crossed the Senegal River last October under a darkened sky, the weight of luggage pushing the creaking motorboat so deep into the inky water that the river lapped at the lip of the wooden hull....
View ArticleIn the end, it was nothing special
I saw a lion today. In eight months in Africa, I’d yet to see a single lion. Now I can go home. I’m writing my final “Around Africa” column from inside a tent in Kenya’s Masai Mara Game Reserve, where...
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