
AFRICA, PT. 2 – Takeoff
I forced myself to sleep during the flight from Portland to Amsterdam despite it being the middle of the day, and when I deplaned into an early-morning sea of guttural Dutch voices, it felt surreal. I rubbed my eyes and…
I forced myself to sleep during the flight from Portland to Amsterdam despite it being the middle of the day, and when I deplaned into an early-morning sea of guttural Dutch voices, it felt surreal. I rubbed my eyes and…