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All the best wildlife, bazaars, and adventures Africa has to offer from Cairo to Cape Town.
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
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 site. 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
Muladhara
For as far back as I can remember, there was war. I was raised in it. We ran from it. Though we could not escape it. I remember them, my mother and father. They called me Jibril, but during the few moments of peace, of serenity, they smiled and watched me, calling me Foday. Jabril Foday Sama, a name I now fully embrace, for it is who I was, who I was meant to be, and who I have become today. I no longer hide in the shadows, no longer run from my fears. There was a time when terrors of my past captured every waking moment, where I remained alone in the darkness of my mind, afraid. Fear lived within each fiber of my being. It was all surreal, completely unimaginable during those horrific days of my youth, and the unsettling, nightmarish moment when my family was taken. I remember them, their faces, their embraces, the scents of warm skin, but what lingered were the sounds, the screams, and the red that scattered our nomadic home. Unwanted remembrances of Mother Sama’s bodily remains pierced my fragile mind. I can still taste my own tears from when I buried her. Father Sama’s shouts from afar, as he yelled in fear. A fear I discovered that was for me, and not for the fact that he was taken to become enslaved for war.
By Jordan Gabriel Clark5 years ago in Wander
