Category: Africa
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Acoustics can’t be plundered – Mozambique Island, Mozambique
When I first visited Mozambique Island fifteen or so years ago, the colonial Portuguese Saint Sebastian fort contained piles of rusting cannonballs interspersed with patches of weeds. The coffins in the small chapel at the water’s edge still contained bones. The lid of one of the coffins was partially removed and we spotted a femur.…
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Central Market or central rip-off?
You can wear flip-flops to the new San Diego central market. My footwear rules are different for shopping at the San Diego market than the markets in some countries I’ve lived in. In those places, the first rule of shopping footwear is to wear something you can run in. You may need to chase down…
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Paying respects along the way
It is impossible not to stumble upon cemeteries when wandering streets or back country in any part of the world. When we happen upon one, we tend to be drawn inside as opposed to walking the opposite direction. Travel is often used as a means to escape the routine of daily life – cemeteries bring…
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that store down the road with the foreign name. . . try it.
I find that after living in the same place for a year or so, I settle into my favorite haunts and hideaways. There is an occasional foray into the unknown, like my recent drive through an off-my-beat neighborhood because I needed something only carried in “that part of town.” I stay in my comfort zone, as most creatures do.…
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Baby’s first summer safari (minus Louis Vuitton luggage)
My oldest daughter’s first safari was in Malawi. In Swahili, ‘safari’ means journey, expedition or trip. So, technically, her first safari was the drive home from the hospital after her birth. That felt like an expedition to me. Most people, however, associate a safari with Africa and a drive across the savannah searching for an…
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the side of the road
I have mixed feelings about the side of the road. When I was a kid, road tripping through remote areas of Mozambique, the side of the road was where the land mines were. Sometimes there were signs – “Perigo Minas!” Sometimes there were trenches and yellow tape marking areas where a de-mining operation was…
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