Africa

A couple of weeks ago we engaged in a bit more in depth discussion about life and his family. He revealed that his brother actually lives in Texas. “Hey I am from Texas.”

Millennium of Egyptian laid in front of us as four pyramids dotted the horizon sitting above the Nile. This was an introduction to Cairo.

Once again, like Keanu Reeves in Speed, but this time without his Sandra Bullock, I was on another bus hurtling towards the Egyptian Embassy, but at a much more manageable speed.

A pending move to Egypt awaits. So does a visa that requires blood tests, ultrasounds, double and triple stamped documents by govt agencies.

“Silence is the perfectest herald of joy.” This Shakespeare quote sufficiently summarizes a single day at Addo Elephant Park and Schotia Lion Reserve?

We passed over the same terrain we’d covered for weeks. Physically exhausted, the family was mentally ready to go home. A layover in Casablanca demanded otherwise.

Situated along the Atlantic Coast, Cité Portugaise longed, and might I say, begged for a family of six to stroll the ancient Portuguese fort in El Jadida, Morocco. 31 hours in Morocco because of an extended Royal Air Maroc layover provided just that opportunity.

Coffee is known to make people happier. Even fight depression. The same could be said for travel. So from the confines of Durban, South Africa, Nadine began heading southwest coast along the Garden Route to Coffee Bay. A combination of two life giving endeavors, coffee and travel.