Goma, and The Virunga, Democratic Republic of the Congo (Congo-Kinshasa) First Impression: Well it’s the Congo so my first impression was definitely mired by the country’s reputation but once I took off the grey tinted glasses, I saw a vibrant city that is still being rebuilt from the 2001 Nyiragongo eruption. All over town there is evidence of the volcanic rock that streamed through the city, people have rebuilt homes and walls… Read More
I think Travel and Books are two peas in a pod and lately because all I seem to do is write about travel, I’ve also mainly only been reading about travel. The following is an incomplete list of books that I have read about travel and a short list of books that I would like to read. Bad Lands by Tony Wheeler Afghanistan, Albania, Burma, Cuba, Iran, Iraq, Libya, North Korea, Saudi… Read More
You know when you have something for the first time and its so unexpectedly delicious, that it transcends all that your taste bud’s could ever expect? The rich, bold flavours cause your eyeballs to pop out of your skull, and you have literal tingles spread from your nipples to extremities, because you have never had something so wonderful and then you get emotional because you know nothing will ever be as good, not ever.
Once in awhile something comes along that gives me a very unusual sense of regret, like when I discovered quick dry towels and thought about how many times on past trips I’d brought along a tiny hand towel and had awkward communal shower moments trying to pull on a pair of leggings even though I wasn’t completely dry. Well I recently discovered Sygic Travel (a travel planning app) and that sense of regret… Read More
Rolling green hills that go on forever, perfectly maintained roads, no garbage to speak of and volunteers on the roadside sweeping up stray twigs and leaves; Rwanda is quite literally the cleanest country I have ever seen. Not to mention courteous and friendly. We had the pleasure of returning through these same hills a few days later and it was no less striking.
Entertainment on the ferry, consists of buying shrimp crackers and holding out your hand for seagulls to snatch with their hell mouths…I couldn’t get down with this but I was morbidly fascinated, watching from the safety of the cabin.
After dinner I drank tea while they serenaded us with their acoustic guitars around a fire, under the stars in the desert with a thousand candles burning on the hillside.
I have no idea what I ate but 90% of the food in Korea was delicious, about 5% was questionable and the other 5% should never cross the threshold of anyone’s lips (pig anus and hermaphrodite squid among the few).
I quickly learned that miming toilet is incredibly embarrassing and thus promptly repeated the phrase Hwajeongshil Odi Isayo (Where is the bathroom) a million times so I would never forget!
After 2 hours, Mohammed turned around and said “let me introduce you to your African massage” Having heard this phrase before, I groaned, poor Jackie and Andrea had no idea, until the wheels hit the gravel and we proceeded to bounce and vibrate along the road, the whole van shaking ferociously, threatening to dislodge essential working parts and break apart completely.