One woman seeks two Tanzanian travel experiences - wildlife and culture.
Maybe life is like a walking safari. If you venture out expecting lions and leopards all the time you’ll almost always never get them.
Our foray into the labyrinth had meaning. We had a destination. The problem was we were hopelessly lost.
There are two types of safari goers. Those who want to see The Big Five...and the birders.
As twice-weekly Swahili lessons continue, there is increasingly less grammar and more conversation.
With nothing except sky and dunes, it seems impossible that I will find my way back without a camel, a compass or water.
Fear, like love, takes energy, thought, planning, and permission to live inside a person.
It was the prettiest, most populous of the Comoro Islands, four tropical specks scattered off the north coast of Madagascar.
We could hear the drum beating from far down the rocky, dusty village trail. I couldn’t remember the last time I heard a drum.
Clutching my throat, I asked my guide Hans, “Do you know what plant this is?”
The baboon is at our front door peering into the glass like a kid savoring goodies in a candy store.
Of all the lessons I’m learning in this small town in Tanzania, the most important one is that Tanzanians take “impromptu” quite literally.
When I looked closer, I discerned two black, beady eyes assessing me.
I navigated the narrow, crisscrossing streets of the city, feasting my eyes on a colorful selection of scarves, ceramics and babouche slippers.
Gathering spices, produce and other ingredients at a market in Marrakech for a cooking class is an adventure in its own right.
A traveler meets a woman in Togo who is the exception to just about every rule for women in that country.
A traveler spends time in a boma, a traditional Maasai compound that is circled by a fence of acacia branches and virtually impenetrable.
Although I had been to dozens of African countries, I was having difficulty getting my head around this one. It was so…different.
An adventure in Morocco, from Marrakech to a camelback journey through the sand dunes at sunset.
In the Congo, locals have many superstitions about fetisheurs, or witch doctors.
Two women venture out into the bush to check on an abandoned baby cheetah and her mother.
Maybe this place wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe my inner bush woman just needed some time to come out.
Two hamburgers and a cookie can be so much more than a simple, cheap meal.
A night spent sandwiched between the Maasai village cows and a pride of hungry lions might just seem longer than usual.
There are many cuisine choices in Marrakech that a Westerner might have to think twice about.
In my hiking boots, stepping towards 19,340 feet, my goal is to reach an elevation of where small planes fly.
I don’t know if it is her attentiveness, her vigor, her convocation of spirits or sheer will, but her concoction of shea oil, spit and paracetamol works.
A mangy stray dog captures the hearts of foreigners living in Kenya.
No one ever escapes Robben Island - not lepers banished there long ago and not Nelson Mendela.