“All the places in the world – and you went to Haiti?!”
Since finding out I was going to be travelling to the poorest country in the Americas, this was the kind of shocked response I had grown accustomed to.
“Yes,” I answered. “And it was lovely!” Continue reading →
The tour introduced us to Namibia in a way that encouraged respect, admiration and a rather healthy (I believe) dose of fear. Standing within 15 meters of a notoriously grumpy black rhino named Hans Otto was a powerful experience; as was tracking radio-collared cheetah through the grasslands, only to discover that we ourselves were being tracked – by a leopard. We knew whose territory this was – and it was not ours. Continue reading →