Upon checking my Twitter account one fine afternoon, I discovered that I’d been thumped with a Blogstöcken. While this may sound vaguely violent, it turns out that the thumper was one SoCal Hiker (aka Jeff Hester) and his umlautted weaponry…
“Are you rich?” This question came up amazingly often during my first week in Tanzania, and I always answered with momentary silence followed by a stupid, awkward laugh. I reflected on this as I spent a good chunk of one…
My first morning in Africa sounded like monkeys and prayer. The former thumped above my head in a seemingly never-ending rooftop play session, the latter was a haunting murmur of joined voices carried from who-knows-where direct to my curious eardrums….
You remember the firsts: First kiss. First time you drove a car. First time you had sex. The smells, the sights, the sounds, it all wedges somewhere in the folds of your brain. My first listen of Jason Isbell’s Southeastern…
