One woman's journey through the world
When I decided to start my African trip in Mozambique I thought I’d fly in to Maputo, the capital and primary international airport, and then head north within 48 hours. The city, from what I’d read, doesn’t have much to offer tourists. And the reasons I’ve come to this country are all underwater in the Indian Ocean. As it turns out, I will have spent six nights in Maputo by
Nearly every summer my parents drive from their home in North Carolina to my brother’s in Colorado. Taking major highways would mean about 1800 miles of white-knuckle driving beside huge trucks. Nearly identical rest areas would blend together in one’s memories and the trip would be solely about the destination. Fortunately, my parents don’t take that sort of road trip. No, they take minor roads and detours that allow for