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All the best wildlife, bazaars, and adventures Africa has to offer from Cairo to Cape Town.
Bubble baths and Lions
It'd been a long day of saving elephants and shit. My neck ached and my backside had been bruised from driving down bumpy safari roads at 50mph with a gun clanging between my knees. I'd recently realized that at some point during the day I had apparently shit myself. I wondered if it had been before or after those poachers had escaped us.
By 5 years ago in Wander
Birth of Konu
Omens The smell of rotting flesh makes me feel intensely homesick. Indeed, it is peculiar to feel that way, but to those from Lusvingo (like myself), the tart scent of carrion evokes memories of climbing up giant baobab trees; toes and nostrils, firmly clenched to peek beyond the walls that contained us. It is a long time back, but I remember those days like yesterday. I am pained to say that I am far removed from them. It is only because of the relentless and constant badgering of ‘at home’ forces that I feel beckoned to give my account. I was the very first arrival. Half burnt logs, and melted candles lay scattered as remnants of the night before. If it weren’t for the long hollow hoot of buff spotted flufftails in the distance, your ears would meet the Wizz and huff of an ailing city. A raging town, consumed by a hazy terror. On this day, there had been a rising fog which most had begun to assume was an omen. On any other day, it wouldn’t have meant anything, but the solemn howls of hyenas at early dawn told a darker motive was afoot. The people of Lusvingo were not inordinately superstitious- centuries of technological advancement had led to slack on spiritual matters- but some omens we were never meant to ignore. It had not rained for months. The sky had been an unblighted river of ever blue -crisp and clear- and yet, mid-afternoon, a fog had risen over the great city of Lusvingo. Its presence fleeting, the mist only lasted for a moment. Less than an hour had passed before the bituminous brume had begun to wither, turning to steam before completely vanishing. Even so, the fog’s brief existence had sparked great commotion nowhere as much as it had within the concave walls of the Great Enclosure. It would be hard to argue that there was a place where the fuss mattered more. To Ndadairashoko Moyo, as it was for all monarchs, omens had grave consequences. The decision to gather his most esteemed spiritual leaders at the Great Enclosure was an easy one.
By Tinashe chikomo5 years ago in Wander
Maps And Meeting The Maasai
The heat was rising and the walk from the jeep to the village was long for any pregnant woman soon to give birth. Sweat ran down her temples as she waddled to a small village with a bucket and ceramic bowl she took from her apartment in Nairobi, and a fine sieve she fit inside the bowl.
By A.N. Miller5 years ago in Wander
Little Black Book
I was laying on the couch, passing another day in my tiny house in South Africa. The sun came in through the window of the front door and lit up the woodgrain walls of the room. The warmth caused me to drift to sleep and I began to see visions in my mind’s eye.
By Scott Lawton5 years ago in Wander
Life-changing Money
Mudi checked his watch yet again, and then again almost immediately. The man had said 3 o’clock, but this was "African time," so Mudi knew it could be another hour, even two. Still, he could not stop grinning. He had fantastic teeth, pearlescent and white juxtaposed strongly against his black skin. Neema began to fidget beside him.
By Rachel Ursitti5 years ago in Wander
The City of Seven Hills
The year is 2022, ‘outside’ is open again and we are free to travel as we please. After what seems like forever indoors, you are ready to go wherever and explore your newly discovered adventurous side. You spin your globe, close your eyes, and randomly place your finger on the map. Huh?! Uganda? Where in the world is that?! You consider re-spinning the globe but your adventurous side nudges you to go for it. You book your ticket and hotel, trying to stay away from ‘Tripadvisor’. The day to make the journey arrives and after nervous goodbyes, you wave to your family and friends as your buckle up for the adventure of a lifetime.
By ruthwrites5 years ago in Wander
4 Wonderful Places to Visit in the Western Desert in Egypt
The western desert of Egypt is one of the biggest deserts in the world travel through miles of golden sand dunes and amazing rock formations take adventure safari into the western desert. So, you should definitely think about making a tour here. The western desert is the Libyan Desert that is separated from the African Sahara by a range of habitable highlands. It is also one of the aridest regions on earth that carry some of the highest recorded temperatures. It proceeds west for 1,760 kilometres going out of Egypt into Libya.
By Jackson William5 years ago in Wander
Tales from Ghana
Four young men were riding motorbikes in convoy on a bush road between Togo and Tamale, the capital of the Northern Region, through the large swathes of empty bushland, where it is said that there are wild lions. They had set off from Togo late and were returning home to Tamale but night had fallen suddenly and early, as it does in Equatorial lands. One of the young men overtook the lead rider then drove off ahead out of sight. He had the faster bike. When the guy in second rounded a corner, he saw two faint lights shining, ahead at the side of the road. His friend must have developed a problem with his moto he thought, so he approached, and the twin lights got brighter. He slowed down to peer into the darkness to get a look at the moto and his friend. He drew up close. It was a lion! It jumped on him and dragged him off his seat and then went for the throat kill. He was only wearing a T-shirt and an open face helmet, as the youths do in this country, so it was an easy kill. The lion dragged him off into the bush and began consuming him. He had no chance.
By John Vallis5 years ago in Wander
