This isn’t the V.I.P bus, but it’s the first to leave Tamale, so our blue duffle now sits in cargo on top of a motorcycle next to a stack of crisp goat skins.
Author: Camille Armantrout
Camille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
I asked whether any of the buses had toilets. “No,” the man chuckled, “But all you have to do is tell the driver and he will stop the bus so you can set yourself free.”
And then, we are broken down again, this time for the last time. The bus is no longer ‘spoiled’, it is ‘finished.’
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Our First Wild Elephant
Last week, we made a short trip to Mole National Park to see elephants and were not disappointed. The elephants were AWESOME! No other word than that overused word will do. Awe inspiring. So big, gentle, affectionate, and at times comical. I watched and watched as they fed, bathed, played and just stood still. We […]
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