The empty Reykjavik airport is unlike any other I’ve seen. It’s got solid hardwood floors end-to-end and no stores except the occasionally open ‘Euroclub’ cafeteria with the Nespresso machine, yogurt and meat sandwiches. Emma and I got yogurt and coffee,…
I’m back on the road, and don’t have to tell you how good it feels. The next 10 days are to be spent in Vietnam, entirely for adventure travel and no work. The kids are going their own ways. Lily…
As we wake up, Trish bumps her head on the headboard. Again. She bumped it there before going to bed too. And she did it in Tydon. And in Shindzela. How does one hurt themselves in bed so much? Only…
The guys at the ‘Kuro’ campsite in the Serengeti make us some hot showers by boiling water on a wood fire and lifting 10 gallon jugs onto the ‘shower’ tube system behind our tents. It’s a trickle of lukewarm water,…
Lily has compressed herself in a shivering clump about the size of a basketball. Outside our tent are honks and screams and cackles and roars in the blackness of night. Hoofs are trampling by but something else is going on…