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Take your AK-47 out to the street and hold it up with both hands. Glare at everyone passing by. Go to the flower market. Buy several plastic bags of ground nuts. Shuffle back and forth outside the T-2000, the Chinese convenience store, while eating said nuts. Glare at everyone passing by. Open a fresh box... Continue Reading →
The city of Kigali is built on a series of ridges, with the geography mirroring the relative affluence of the city’s districts. Downtown, which is in the center of the city (where I’m sitting as I write this), is on one of the higher ridges (about 5k feet above sea level). Mt. Kigali looms blue-brown... Continue Reading →
Leaving the country is a lot like dying. At least, this is how people act when they learn that your destination will be a place where the dominant skin color isn't white. As soon as you say you're going, friends and family, even soon-to-be former co-workers, begin to mourn. And eventually you stop telling people... Continue Reading →
Countdown to Africa continues. The next battery of inoculations takes place tomorrow, after which I will tutor my nephews and collapse on the floor twitching and mumbling. At the same time, I’m doing additional paperwork for Japan. This crazy life I’m leading is at least keeping me awake. The best case scenario will have me... Continue Reading →
I'm already there in my mind, but right now the yellow fever vaccination is reminding me that I'm right here...
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