This flight from Ndutu back to Zanzibar was a bit of an unorthodox affair. Think "puddle jumper" meets "scenic detour." Several stops along the way meant a good chunk of time was spent waiting on the tarmac, and as fate would have it, I ended up snagging the...
The journey from Olduvai Gorge to Ndutu was a symphony of jolts and jarring thuds. Every rut in the dusty track seemed to have it in for my lower back, transforming it into a disgruntled game of pachinko. We stumbled into the Ndutu gate just as the sun was bidding...
The Cessna Grand Caravan, a boxy metal bird, rattled us from Zanzibar to Arusha, offering a stark introduction to Africa's untamed interior. Below, a vast and empty canvas stretched out, broken only by the occasional smear of a Masai village, a stark contrast to the...
Well, after a two days of supreme inactivity on the beach, we had a whirlwind tour planned that would take us, amongst other dubious delights, to a spice farm. Now, this spice farm wasn't exactly the Taj Mahal of agricultural experiences. Touristy would be putting it...
We landed in Dar es Salaam at 1:30 am, bleary-eyed from a long flight out of Zurich. Thanks to years of racking up miles on Star Alliance, I'd managed to snag us two business class tickets from Athens to Dar for free. Those lie-flat seats were a lifesaver after that...