History was always a snooze fest for me. I love a creative approach to anything, and my history teachers were anything but creative. Their great joy lay in dates, such as 1982, when who-was-it? Mounted a …
I’m in Tanga. (Virtually, at least) Standing outside an ominous door. Inside resides fear. And a special breed of horror. Until I tell you about this soon, I will leave you in the good hands of our resident foodie, …
It’s been an awkward time for meat lovers like me. We are being asked to leave what the WHO would describe as an abusive relationship. Recently, the WHO didn’t mince words when they declared …
Wearing a Dera feels like a dip in a hot tub after a long day, with a mojito in hand and a dude in your brain. This is one item I picked up in one of my many travels …
I call her Reena. Princess Reena. The first instant I saw her I gasped. Mother of pearl! That is adorable! She is the sweetest thing I’ve ever known. Every time I look at her, she just melts my insides. …
