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  • How To Pack for an African Safari (Carry-On Only)

    How To Pack for an African Safari (Carry-On Only)

    Are you heading on safari for the first time? An African safari is an adventurer’s travel trifecta—a combination of breathtaking wildlife, stunning terrain, and unparalleled lodging and hospitality. With over 20+ game drives across four countries, I’ve learned a thing or two about how to simplify the preparation for this exciting experience. My packing lists follow—organized into four simple categories. You can also download my ‘Ultimate Safari Packing List’ to have them all in one easy-to-access place.

    And while it’s not necessary to travel with only a carry-on—if you can manage it, you won’t regret it.


    Coach bag

    The first time I went on an African safari was in 2002. It was my honeymoon. My soon-to-be husband had kept it a surprise until check-in at JFK—a gesture that felt romantic then, but would feel utterly controlling now. That’s twenty years of marriage for you.

    A few weeks before departure, Daniel gave me a gift—an overnight bag from Coach. I loved its cherry red canvas exterior, wide shoulder strap, and soft leather details. But as I’d come to expect from many of Daniel’s gifts, it came with a catch. 

    “It’s for our honeymoon!” Daniel chirped excitedly. “Oh, how cool! You mean it’s my carry-on bag?” I questioned, although I already knew the answer.

    tracking in Africa

    Being Prepared Is Isn’t Everything

    How I packed for a three-week trip to an unknown destination in a bag designed for a weekend getaway is baffling. As my faded disposable camera photos show, I packed the wrong clothes, the wrong gear, and way too many shoes. Yet, I can’t recall needing a single thing as we journeyed across Tanzania that June. That’s young love for you. 

    Despite my anecdotal story of unpreparedness, I vowed to be ready when we took our kids on safari years later. I googled safari clothing, what to wear on safari, safari must-haves, and safari packing lists. This time, I’d be prepared. This ain’t no honeymoon.  

    If a similar Google search got you here, congratulations—you have a safari on the horizon. It’s one of the world’s most intense, immersive, engaging, and magical experiences. I’ve been on safari in Tanzania, Botswana, South Africa, and Uganda. With each trip, I fine-tuned my packing skills, filing away tips for my future safari-bound self and my safari-bound friends and relatives. I figured out how to consolidate. And found my safari style without entirely forgoing fashion. I made peace with layers and colorless clothes.

    on safari

    Safari Style 101

    Safaris are considered once-in-a-lifetime experiences due to their high costs and far-flung locations. It’s painful to shell out even more money for clothing you may never wear again.

    Thankfully, safari clothing need not be expensive. The best way to dress for a safari is modestly and with a neutral color palette. Take advantage of a high/low buying strategy. This means spending more on certain pieces (like a good fleece or puffer) to balance items (like underlayers) where you can safely compromise fashion and durability.

    Bush plane

    In Africa, It’s All About Layers

    Safari game drives typically occur around sunrise and sundown. You don’t need David Attenborough to tell you these are the times of day when wildlife is most active. Unfortunately, these coincide with the times of day I am least active. But safari is well worth going outside of your comfort zone! Be suspicious of an outfitter that advertises a noon game drive. The leopards and lions will be enjoying a midday siesta. You should consider one, too. Game drives are tiring.

    As for safari clothing, it’s all about layering. Think about a tank top base layer, a lightweight, long-sleeved mid-layer, and a fleece and puffer outer layer. The thin mid-layer will be your new BFF, as it will protect your skin from the sun and pesky tsetse flies. Lightweight, long pants are better than shorts despite the temperature for the same reason. Invest in a good fleece and puffer, as you will wear them daily and likely beyond Africa.

    sunset

    And it’s all about the Sun

    Mornings in Africa are typically cool. You’ll be awake before the sun. Sunrises and sunsets are another reason why we go to Africa. The muted layers of the terrain will morph and change as the day breaks, adding another level of awe to an already awe-inspired morning. Sunsets are equally mesmerizing—with no air pollution or city lights to spoil them.

    As the temperatures rise, slowly peel off your layers. Settle into the sounds of the savannah. Get your camera ready and listen to your all-knowing guides. The fun is about to begin.

    Author and husband on safari

    Safari Clothing Packing List:

    2 x base layers (tank or short-sleeved shirts)
    2 x mid-layers (lightweight and long-sleeved, neutral colors)
    * 1 x fleece (neutral color)
    * 1 x lightweight puffer (I like this one from Patagonia because it folds down to the size of a paperback)
    1-2 linen shirts and/or shorts or, for women, a wrinkle-free dress (for evenings around the firepit comparing wildlife sightings, also doubles as a nice outfit for layover city days)
    2 x lightweight pants (zip-off ones are popular; I don’t know why)
    Buff (for dust, flies, and keeping hair off your face—the uses of a good buff are endless)
    2 x sports bras 
    7 x underwear (many lodges have complimentary laundry)
    7 x socks (at least two thicker and longer pairs to go over pants if on a walking safari or a trek in Uganda. Otherwise, prepare to meet the local fire ant community.)
    Hat (wide-brimmed to protect your neck and, yes, neutral)
    * Hiking shoes (broken in, in advance)
    Closed-toe shoes or sneakers 
    Flip flops (for hanging around the pool)
    1 x bathing suit (it’s tempting to take more—don’t. This isn’t Cabo.)

    * Splurge-worthy item


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    lion on Canon camera

    Gearing Up

    The right gear is integral to a safari experience, especially for wannabe wildlife photographers, bird nerds, and travel bloggers. But gear is cumbersome. Choose what to pack with care. Unless you’re applying for a job at Nat Geo, an iPhone may suffice—they take beautiful photos. My go-to is a combo—an iPhone (hanging from a lanyard around my neck at all times) and a Canon Rebel SL2, which is lightweight, user-friendly, and has WI-FI capabilities so I can post to Instagram in real-time. 

    Safari Gear Packing List:

    * Luggage (Eagle Creek is my go-to choice; this is my pick)
    Packing cubes (Eagle Creek packing cubes have endless uses: toiletries for plastic-free countries, dirty laundry, souvenirs)
    iPhone and charger
    iPhone lanyard (Somewhat dorky, yes—but you’ll thank me when baboons don’t steal your phone)
    * Camera and lenses (one good zoom will do—they’re expensive, consider renting one)
    Extra battery and/or SD card
    * Binoculars (sometimes provided, but having your own is worthwhile—these are the ones I use)
    Sunglasses
    Day pack (for your gear)
    Universal Travel Adapter (this is the one I have)

    * Splurge-worthy item

    White rhinos in Africa

    Little Things Count

    Don’t let the length of the following list scare you. In total, these self-care items take up less space than that extra pair of shoes you won’t wear. But little things count—especially things that protect our bodies and minds in one of the most unforgiving places on Earth.

    Safari Self-Care Packing List:

    Sunscreen (transferred into CVS travel-sized containers you can dispose of as you go)
    Lip balm with SPF
    Insect repellent (The National Capital Poison Center recommends a concentration of DEET no higher than 30%)
    Eye mask (this one is my go-to)
    Ear plugs (although the nightly chorus of wildlife is a highlight of safari) 
    Prescription meds (cute pillboxes are all the rage)
    Small medical kit (a nod to my paramedic husband, who doesn’t go to Safeway without one)
    Feminine products (because there’s no CVS in the Okavango Delta)

    Landscape

    Less is Less

    It’s human nature to be overprepared, especially in a place as foreign and remote as Africa. If you’ve chosen a reputable safari outfitter with your travel advisor, then you need not worry. Anything critical you may have forgotten will be taken care of. Strive to pack less. Make a carry-on bag a goal. Feeling unencumbered on a trip with so many moving pieces is liberating. 

    But no matter what you pack in, some things don’t belong on a safari in Africa. 

    What Not to Pack Packing List:

    Perfume (or creams/moisturizers with a strong scent that will attract or repel wildlife)
    Fine jewelry (the rhinos don’t care how many David Yurman bangles you have)
    Plastic bags (some countries, like Rwanda, are polythene-free)
    Dressy clothes and shoes (safari is decidedly casual)
    Drones (restricted in many African countries)
    Hair dryers (most lodges will have them)
    Anything you haven’t worn in the last 12 months (you think you’ll wear it in Africa—we all know you won’t)


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    Cheetah portrait

    Prepare to see the Unexpected

    One of the best things about an African safari is that anything can happen. One day, you might come across a pride of lions feasting on a wildebeest. On another, an elephant might stroll through your camp during lunch. At night, you may hear a pack of wild dogs on the hunt or discover a bush baby running circles around the inside of your tent.

    These moments define the experience—the moments you’ll retell at the firepit at night. Safari is fueled by adrenaline. Those who choose to go on safari are a self-selecting group of adventure seekers. Where the unexpected is expected, even sought out. Otherwise, we’d just go to the zoo.

    And while surprises are part of the thrill, some aren’t welcome. A few tips follow, most of which I learned from experience. 

    monkey in uganda

    Safari Travel Tips

    Luggage tip: Space in a carry-on bag is limited. So wear your heaviest items on the plane when possible. This includes hiking shoes and your fleece or puffer. You can read more about how I pack and my general packing tips here.

    Safari Planning Tip: Using a travel advisor to plan a safari makes it a stress-free experience. They work with the most well-known and reputable outfitters and can access perks and surprises you won’t get if you book it yourself. I use CIRE for all of my travel bookings. To learn more about why I use a travel advisor, read my post, “Who Needs a Travel Advisor? It Turns Out I Do.”

    Visa, vaccine, and passport tips: Travel advisors will be on top of the visa and vaccine requirements, but checking in advance is helpful. While you’re at it, make sure you have at least six months and one or more free spreads of passport space from the departure date of your trip.

    Clothing tip: As mentioned earlier, wearing neutrals is vital. But why? Colors to avoid wearing include red, yellow, orange, black, dark blue, and camo. Each of these colors has its own set of issues. In many African countries, camouflage is strictly reserved for the military. Dark colors attract tsetse flies, while bright colors make you look like prey. (Looking back at my color choices in 2002, it’s remarkable I’m alive.)

    Silverbacks

    Laundry tip: Many luxury lodges and tent camps include daily laundry. This removes the need for more clothes (and too many pairs of underwear). Get over the fact that you may wear the same pants five times. At least they will be clean. And nobody but you will notice anyway.

    Gear tip: Bring a small daypack in the Land Rover each morning. It’s a safe place to keep all those layers tidy and dust-free for future use.

    Tipping tip: If tipping makes you uncomfortable and anxious, consider choosing an outfitter that includes all gratuities. While the embedded tipping costs most certainly increase the cost of the trip, there are no awkward moments or need to fumble with local currency.

    Insurance tip: A must. Don’t leave home without it.

    Sunset Africa

    What is the Purpose of this Day?

    We wake up at the crack of dawn. It’s still dark. The only sounds I hear are buzzing insects and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Without speaking, the four of us trudge to the jeep, where our guide, Foster, waits with a wide smile. He looks at my 13-year-old daughter, who’s radiating snarky, salty tween vibes. She’s not smiling.

    “What is the purpose of this day?” Foster says to her in a slow, enchanting baritone. With sleep in her eyes, Ella looks up. I look up, too. Ella doesn’t know. I don’t know. Who thinks about things like that? Foster does.

    But I want to know. I’m guessing Ella does, too, based on how quickly she hops in the jeep. Foster revs the engine, and we set out to find the purpose of this day. It’s somewhere out in the Okavango Delta. The best journeys answer questions you never knew to ask. Keep asking, Foster. We’re all listening.


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  • Uganda, what to see beyond the famous silverback gorillas

    Uganda, what to see beyond the famous silverback gorillas

    What to see, where to stay, and what to do, in Uganda / The famous silverback gorillas are certainly what put Uganda on the map for tourism. And rightly so, as it is the only part of the world where one can see these peaceful, majestic primates. There are none in captivity, so in order to spend any time with them, one must be prepared to travel far. And travel far I did, for a fleeting two hours observing them that I wouldn’t trade for anything.

    Silverbacks

    Yes, two hours. Each gorilla permit afforded me exactly sixty minutes with the silverbacks. So, what is there to do with the other 23 hours of the day? A lot, it turns out. Uganda has much more to offer tourists than the mighty silverbacks.

    Silverback and baby

    But there is far more to see in Uganda beyond the silverback gorillas. There are traditional safaris to admire the famous climbing lions of Ishasha, for example. Or, sighting the elusive shoebill in the Mabamba Swamp. A boat ride to an island of rehabilitated chimpanzees in Lake Victoria.

    Breakfast in Ishasha

    What to do in Uganda: A Wild Frontiers Safari

    Wild Frontiers was our tour operator, the frontrunner for gorilla tracking and safaris in Uganda. They helped us come up with a bespoke itinerary, secured our coveted gorilla tracking permits, and allowed for some flexibility on the ground. Flights, logistics, and accommodations were well organized and generally worked like clockwork. This is Africa, after all.

    sunset

    Our guides, lovely, warm-hearted locals, had studied for years to be able to tell the difference between the sound of a great blue turaco and a green-breasted pitta. Or, to be able to spot an African fish eagle from a kilometer away. They could drive for hours on end and still have the energy the next morning to prepare a pop-up omelet station on the plains.

    Breakfast in Ishasha

    We were in constant awe of the Ugandan guides and their wealth of knowledge about the wildlife, flora, and fauna, of their country.

    What to see in Uganda: Equatorial Entebbe

    Uganda is a landlocked country in eastern Africa. The small city of Entebbe, about 20 miles from the bustling capital of Kampala, is where Uganda’s only international airport resides. Entebbe sits on a peninsula on the northern shore of Uganda’s largest lake, Lake Victoria.

    Ngamba Island Chimpanzee Sanctuary

    We crossed the lake, and directly through the equator, within three hours of arrival, on the way to visit the Ngamba Island Chimpanzee Sanctuary. The lake seemed angry, and our little boat was tossed around violently for nearly an hour. Spray came at us from every angle, the boat pounded the waves. My eyes remained firmly shut to keep nausea at bay. Uganda—unpredictable from the start.

    Chimpanzee

    What to see in Uganda: Hungry, howling chimps

    We arrived at the sanctuary, bedraggled, and soaking wet, and set off to see the 49 orphaned chimpanzees who roam the 40-acre island. That’s in comparison to the single acre allotted to the humans who work there and rehabilitate them. The chimps come to the barrier four times a day for food, and then slowly slink back into the overgrowth until the next feeding.

    Chimpanzees

    Although the feeding ritual was exciting, we were glad we didn’t plan it after our gorilla tracking later that week, as it seemed a much more commercial endeavor. We were happy to see that the orphaned chimps were well cared for, in a safe environment, and had access to medical attention should they need it.

    Boutique Hotel No. 5 Fruit plate

    Where to stay in Uganda: Hotel No. 5

    Our boutique hotel, called No. 5, was hidden in a local neighborhood less than a ten-minute drive from the airport. Here, I was to spend two nights before heading off on my own to Queen Elizabeth National Park. From there, I was to meet up with my friend at our lodging in the Bwindi Impenetrable National Park to start tracking the gorillas.

    Boutique Hotel No. 5

    Each of the ten rooms at No. 5 faced a lush, intimate, courtyard, with overgrown tropical trees and plants. There was a charming pool set below the veranda where we would have meals and pre-dinner drinks while listening to the ongoing birdsong.

    Boutique Hotel No. 5 bedroom

    The rooms were modest, clean, and airy—the gauzy mosquito netting over the beds seemed more for show than necessity but did look quite pretty. Small balconies were a nice touch, a place to sit and listen to the hum of the surroundings. In the early morning, I heard the daily call to prayer as I drifted dreamily in and out of sleep.

     Boutique Hotel No. 5 lunch

    Although the menus and meals were very nice at No. 5, they were surprisingly formal, a bit too heavy, and geared toward foreigners. This became a slightly disappointing theme at the various lodges we stayed at, and if I were to do it again, I would ask for more local Ugandan preparations as menu options.

    Wetlands of Mabamba

    What to see in Uganda: The Mabamba Swamp

    While my friend worked for the few days we were in Entebbe, I took advantage of being alone with a guide and my camera. Wild Frontiers helped organize a boat trip through the wetlands of Mabamba. There, I spontaneously turned into a full-fledged bird geek. Don’t judge.

    Egret Egret Egret

    I saw statuesque egrets, metallic blue malachite kingfishers, and weightless African jacanas, to name a few aviary stand-outs.

    Egret

    The jacanas are often referred to as Jesus birds for the way they appear to walk on water. They have a uniquely evolved prenatal care system, and can often carry multiple babies under their wings at once. I was lucky enough to capture this maternal moment in real-time.

    African jacanas African jacanas African jacanas

    What to see in Uganda: The most famous bird you’ve never heard of

    The prehistoric-looking shoebill, named for its big, clunky bill, is endangered, and numbers only twelve total across the entire 2500-hectare swamp.

    Shoebill

    Having never heard of the shoebill, I wasn’t too bothered about finding it, but as beginners luck would have it, we saw one within the first ten minutes of the four-hour boat ride. Even my guide was thrilled to see this elusive and reclusive specimen and reached for his own camera to capture it among the reedy, wetland grasses. I was told it is one of the top five most sought-after birds to spot in Africa. Bucket list bird: check.

    Shoebill

    The Prettiest, Ugly Bird

    A few fun facts about a bird you also may have never heard of: shoebills can grow as tall as four or five feet when fully grown; they lay only two eggs, and after a year, kill the weaker one; they can remain motionless for extended periods of time stalking their prey. The idiom, ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ came to mind as I thought it was, perhaps, the prettiest, ugly bird I had ever seen.

    Malachite kingfisher

    What to do in Uganda: Get local

    Instead of driving back to Entebbe from the wetlands, my guide suggested we take a car ferry across Lake Victoria. Flashbacks to yesterday’s tumultuous journey stirred in my mind, but in the name of adventure, I decided to go for it. Lake Victoria, thankfully, was much calmer, and I was able to cross with my internal organs completely intact.

     Ugandan kids Ugandan kids

    On the way to the ferry, I caught glimpses of rural Ugandan life: little girls danced in open wooden doorframes flaked with colorful paint; women peeled green bananas for makote (cooked plantains), toddlers shaved sugar cane with pangas (machetes). Mopeds kicked up clouds of red dust along the unpaved roads. Vegetable stands, roaming goats, pigs on leashes, women with bushels of fruit on their heads—an evolving portrait of village life.

    Ugandan kids Ugandan kids

    While waiting at the Nakiwogo ferry dock, I was swarmed by fresh-faced and bright-eyed Ugandan kids. We took a few selfies, and they laughed at seeing themselves on screen. Teens played soccer with empty soda cans, dogs chased their own tails, and mothers fed infants while chatting with friends. That time was a gift. Quietly, I observed the villagers and thought to myself how I’d forgotten how often the simplest things in life are the best.

    Two Friends Restaurant

    Where to eat in Uganda: Two Friends

    Local knowledge, as they say, trumps all, which is how we found Two Friends, a restaurant situated squarely on the banks of Lake Victoria. With a convivial, remote, rustic island vibe, dangling strings of twinkling tea lights, and a menu of freshly caught Lake Victorian fish, Two Friends was a hidden gem.

    Two Friends Restaurant

    Our fish came baked in green banana leaves, served in tin foil, with all of the savory juices to mop up with the rice and veggies. The meal for three, (actually four, as we sent our idling taxi driver his meal, too) and a bottle of wine came to the economical total of $60 USD. It was one of the best meals of the trip, made most memorable by its laid-back and carefree atmosphere.

    Bush plane

    Solo travels

    The next morning, I boarded a bush plane at Entebbe Airport and flew two hours to the Kihihi Airstrip located just outside of Queen Elizabeth National Park. Having never traveled solo before, I was both exhilarated and anxious. Moments after touching down, I met my guide Echy, and any fears I had dissipated. I was reminded of a Ted Talk by Ken Robinson, who advised, ‘Walk towards things that worry you.’ I started to walk.

    gray crowned cranes gray crowned cranes

    The safari begins

    On our first game drive, late that afternoon, Echy discovered a tree with a flock of gray-crowned cranes perched upon it. One by one, these magnificent birds flew effortlessly across the savannah, over the acacia and fig trees, and towards the descending sun.

    gray crowned cranes

    Also known as the crested crane, it is the national bird of Uganda, and its likeness sits proudly on its flag. Due, in part, to poaching, it is now sadly on the endangered species list and numbers less than 20,000 in the country.

    gray crowned cranes

    This majestic bird is distinguished by its head of rigid, golden feathers that look like the crown for which it is named. A large, fire-engine red throat pouch makes it especially easy to recognize.

    Ishasha Wilderness Camp Ishasha Wilderness Camp

    Where to stay in Uganda: Ishasha Wilderness Camp

    Remembering how much I had loved tent life while in Botswana a few years ago, I was excited to get to Ishasha Wilderness Camp, which is located inside Queen Elizabeth National Park, along the Ntungwe River.

    Ishasha Wilderness Camp

    The ten permanent canvas tents are rustic, yet have everything needed to enjoy wilderness life. Each tent had a wide, stone, porch with two chairs facing the lazy river.

    Ishasha Wilderness Camp elephant Vervet monkey

    The porch felt like a front-row IMAX theater seat for BBC’s Blue Planet. A few meandering and thirsty elephants drank from the river just a few hundred yards away. A troop of cheeky vervet monkeys ran circles around my tent, both skittish and curious at the same time, scooping up their rebellious babies in an all too human-like way.

    Ishasha Wilderness Camp Ishasha Wilderness Camp dinner

    The large, thatched-roof common area was ambient, and open-air, to the river. Here, even more, elephants came to share an afternoon sundowner with us.

    Ishasha Wilderness Camp Ishasha Wilderness Camp

    It was also where we had our meals. Being solo, I was paired with another lone traveler named Matthew—a charming headmaster from Botswana and an avid birder. Matthew became my safari partner-in-exploration for the following two days.

    ‘You won’t believe what I saw!’

    One of the best parts of being on safari is coming back to the lodge after a game drive to compare sightings and photos with other guests.

    Wildlife Wildlife

    Our camp had a magnetic board so we could place markers where we had seen various wildlife each day. Depending upon who you were comparing notes with that evening, the stories sometimes became a game of oneupmanship.

    Kob Kob Kob

    What to see in Uganda: Ishasha

    At Ishasha Wilderness Camp, as opposed to No. 5, the mosquito netting was less for show, and more out of need. Yet, as a point of comparison, I have been bitten by more mosquitos while walking my dogs in DC than in my entire ten days in Uganda.

    Sunset

    As is typical at safari camps, I was not allowed to wander back to my tent unsupervised, as the animals roam freely. No argument here. But the loveliest sounds were at night when the animals were awake, and I was tucked warmly under the covers listening to the chorus of wildlife. It was truly a shame when I finally dozed off, as hard as I tried not to, leaving the animal world behind until the morning.

    tree climbing lions tree climbing lions

    What to see in Uganda: Tree-Climbing lions

    Queen Elizabeth National Park’s claim to fame is the tree-climbing lion. They are an unusual phenomenon, as lions are not adapted evolutionarily to scale trees, like leopards, for instance. Queen Elizabeth National Park is one of only two places in the world where these rare lions can be found, the other being southern Tanzania. It is widely thought that the reason for their climbing is to escape not only the pesky flies but the severe temperatures.

    tree climbing lions tree climbing lions

    While lucky enough to spot a few of the beautiful lions, they simply refused to do any of their famed climbing. Content, we watched them lazing on the ground. The male lions of Ishasha are notably dark-maned, making them look even more magnificent and regal.

    Sundowner Sundowner

    What to do in Uganda: Sundowner on the plains

    There is nothing quite like sunset drinks on safari. After hours of being in a vehicle, bumping along dirt paths, it is a chance to embrace stillness and absorb the surrounding sounds. We spent an hour on the edge of a steep rift, overlooking the lush yellow and green valley below. Gin and tonic in hand, I was in my happy place.

    Kobs

    In the distance, elephants roamed, their trunks raised to grab leaves from the trees. Kobs glistened, golden and glorious, in the light. The sun tightened its grip on the landscape, wringing out the last rays of light, and casting vivid colors across the valley.

    Sunset

    As if on cue, the sun hovered behind a spindly tree, which created an eerie, stark silhouette against the blood-red sky.

    Always expect the unexpected

    Every game drive is unique, which is likely why guides never get bored with their jobs. The morning I was to leave Ishasha to meet my friend in Bwindi, was one of those unexpected experiences I should have expected.

    The drive was two hours, including 45 minutes to exit the boundary of Queen Elizabeth National Park. Five minutes or so into our journey, Echy jerked the jeep to a screeching halt. I did a quick scan, there was nothing to see, no animals, no movement.

    Martial Eagle

    He reversed five yards, and off to the right of the jeep, camouflaged in the tall wispy grass, was a martial eagle sitting on the ground, completely still. Echy whispered to us that the eagle was strangling its prey.

    Martial Eagle

    We sat silently. The eagle’s intense, beady, yellow eyes pierced through us like daggers. He was certainly not going to give up his catch on our part. A few minutes later, he flew off to a nearby dead tree to keep watch and protect his kill.

    Martial Eagle Baby kob

    A dead baby kob, (antelope), curled up in a fetal position, lay in his wake. The kob had likely been sleeping while its mom went out to find food, but was discovered by the hungry eagle. A sad, yet realistic portrait, of the animal kingdom. How Echy spotted the eagle while cruising along at 30 mph mystifies me to this day.

    Hyenas

    Final Notes

    I was giddy from the sighting, my first ever real-time kill, so I didn’t notice Echy speaking to the driver of a passing jeep. The other driver mentioned seeing two hyenas out hunting but had unfortunately lost the trail.

    Hyenas Hyenas

    Using what can only be described as ‘Spidey-sense’, Echy looked to the distant sky, saw vultures circling, and had a hunch. He threw the jeep into gear, and lo and behold, quickly found the two hyenas devouring their freshly caught prey—another poor kob.

    Hyenas

    The scene was spellbinding; the light, luminous, and the pond, seafoam blue. The kob was bloody and torn to shreds. We listened to the sound of bones being crushed by the hyena’s unyielding jaws. The vultures tried to close in but were steadily kept at bay. When the hyenas were finished, they knew all too well there would be nothing left.

    There is a world of adventure beyond the silverbacks in Uganda. Thank you, Echy, for showing it to me.

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  • The Mighty Silverbacks of Uganda: How To Find Them

    Last January, I received a text from a friend of a friend: ‘Happy New Year! Would you like to go gorilla tracking with me in Uganda?’ I stared at the screen for a nanosecond and wrote back, ‘Yes!’

    A nanosecond later, I wrote, ‘Wait… what?’

    So began nine months of planning that would eventually take us to see the indigenous Batwa Pygmies, through dusty local villages, over the golden savannah of Ishasha, into the Bwindi Impenetrable Forest, and ultimately, to the magical moment of finding our first family of silverback mountain gorillas.

    View from plane

    Sabotage

    Even a few weeks before our trip, I still couldn’t believe that I was going to Uganda. Sabotage seemed to follow from the start. In March, the plane on which we were supposed to be flying, the Boeing MAX 737, was grounded after mechanical failures led it to crash.

    In April, a solo female traveler and her guide were kidnapped in Queen Elizabeth National Park, held for ransom, then released. As if that weren’t enough, the tour operator connected to the unfortunate kidnapping issue was, you got it, the one we had hired.

    Nevertheless, we remained on track, convinced that we would make it home with a few wild stories to tell. My husband started saving ransom money—just in case.

    Bwindi landscape

    Finding the silverbacks

    Nine months of planning had led up to these next few days, the inspiration and impetus for the trip—tracking the silverback gorillas. In the two-hour drive from Ishasha, (where I had spent the previous three nights) to Bwindi, the landscape shifted so dramatically that I could have been in an entirely different country.

    Bwindi landscape

    The Bwindi Impenetrable National Park and its surroundings are a never-ending panorama of steep, rounded hillsides, interlocking and overlapping in muted shades of green. Dense foliage replaced the vast golden savannah of Ishasha. Clusters of trees and steep, verdant tea fields took the place of flat, open vistas.

    Bwindi landscape

    A heavy mist enshrouded the landscape, and then suddenly the sun would break through. The rainforest did not disappoint.

    Bwindi is accessible only by foot, and is home to nearly 400 silverback mountain gorillas over 124 square miles. It is protected and owned by the Uganda Wildlife Authority and is a World Heritage Site. An impressive resume, indeed.

    Buhoma Lodge

    Family vibes

    Echy, my Ishasha guide, delivered me to Buhoma Lodge, which immediately felt like a home away from home. Not fancy or modern, it nailed the unassuming, homespun vibe I was hoping for during our few days of gorilla tracking. Buhoma Lodge and Sanctuary Gorilla Forest Camp are the only two lodges located within the park boundaries. My friend and I decided to spend two nights at each.

    Four nights, two camps

    Although Buhoma Lodge and Sanctuary Gorilla Forest Camp are right beside one another in proximity, they are quite different in many ways.

    Buhoma Lodge Buhoma Lodge

    The rooms at Buhoma ratchet up a steep hillside and required an amount of stair climbing that I hadn’t encountered since the Eiffel Tower. The views of the rainforest from our balcony made the climb worthwhile, and my aching quads eventually forgave me. Good practice for the gorilla tracking ahead.

    Sanctuary Gorilla Forest Camp

    Gorilla Forest Camp

    This differed greatly from GFC, whose eight tents are much lower to the ground, nestled, and virtually secluded in the foliage, and had a much more private, romantic feeling.

    Buhoma Lodge Buhoma Lodge

    Buhoma Lodge

    Buhoma’s effervescent staff acted like extended family, always with a warm smile and polite conversation. My favorite time of day was when everyone would come together after the day’s trek and swap stories like old friends.

    GFC’s staff was a touch more formal and allowed the guests to mingle among themselves. The managers of both lodges were as lovely and warm as the rainforest air and made many daily appearances to catch up with us.

    Buhoma Lodge Buhoma Lodge

    At both lodges, wine was ever-flowing. At Buhoma, hors d’oeuvres were passed and a hanging iron fire pit completed the convivial scene.

    Sanctuary Gorilla Forest Camp Sanctuary Gorilla Forest Camp

    GFC had an inviting nightly bonfire surrounded by a circle of chairs where we would curl up with a blanket, and watch the flames with a glass of wine in hand. An occasional storm would pass by, thunder and lightning in the distance. I felt like we were as far off the beaten path as the world would allow.

    Thoughtful touches appeared at both lodges; at Buhoma, a hot water bottle on the bed at night. At GFC, toasty electric blankets and a large soaking tub.

    Sanctuary Gorilla Forest Camp Sanctuary Gorilla Forest Camp

    Each lodge had convenient charging stations in the common areas so that one would never be caught with a dead battery. GFC offered coffee, tea, and wine service in your tent, and Buhoma’s open-air areas were piled high with coffee table photo books about Ugandan wildlife.

    Sanctuary Gorilla Forest Camp Sanctuary Gorilla Forest Camp

    Both/And When Searching for the Silverbacks

    GFC was a more modern and upscale lodge, overall. The parent company, Sanctuary, is steeped in philanthropy all over Africa, and in Uganda especially. A few of their impressive philanthropic efforts include supporting the Bwindi Community Hospital (which we visited), The Ebenezer Nursery and Primary School, as well as the Bwindi Women Bicycle Enterprise.

    In all of our lodges, we discovered the Ugandan effort to reduce plastic waste. We were encouraged to use reusable water bottles and had access to water stations to refill them.

    Buhoma Lodge Buhoma Lodge Buhoma Lodge

    While both lodges exceeded expectations, I’ll admit, that if I were to go back with friends, I would opt for the more rustic Buhoma Lodge due to its more relaxed vibe. Alternatively, GFC would be my choice if I wanted a more romantic atmosphere.

    Ham, our all-knowing guide, and the Silverbacks

    Our new guide was named Ham, who I immediately adored. Guiding since 1999, he had gentle, soulful eyes, and an understated demeanor. Ham was filled with local knowledge and stories from growing up in western Uganda. He told us that he didn’t get his first pair of shoes until he was twelve years old. I tucked that piece of info away in my head to pass on to my kids as soon as I got home.

    Silverbacks

    The Silverbacks

    The draw of this tiny patch of the globe, where Uganda, Rwanda, and The Democratic Republic of the Congo meet, is the endangered silverback mountain gorillas. There are none in captivity, and only about 1000 are left in the world, all found in this one remote spot. In order to see these noble animals, who, as an aside, share 98 percent of our DNA, I knew I had to be prepared to travel far, hike treacherous terrain, and have oodles of patience.

    Silverbacks Silverbacks

    As you may have guessed, the silverbacks get their name from the saddle of silver hair that develops on their backs as they age. Only the males, who can grow to nearly 500 lbs have this defining feature.

    Scenery with woman

    We had permits for two separate treks. Since we had booked this trip late (by African standards), we could only get permits for the Ruhija park entrance, which was two bumpy, pre-dawn hours away from our lodge. At first, this seemed like a setback, and we tried to change the permits, to no avail. In hindsight, it was a blessing.

    Bwindi landscape

    While the early morning wake-up was painful, the drive to the Ruhija entrance was breathtaking. We were able to watch the sunrise over the hilly tea fields, the sky changing from night to day before our sleepy eyes. We passed women carrying plastic water jugs to the communal wells, farmers tending the land, and the barefoot freedom of kids. All this would have been missed if our permits were at the Buhoma entrance. A serendipitous gift.

    Off the beaten path, literally

    Advance trackers go out in the early morning hours to help locate the meandering gorilla families. They then radio ahead to the main trackers, so that visitors can find them. Even though their whereabouts are generally known each morning, getting to them is still no easy feat.

    Silverbacks

    Gorillas, unfortunately, do not stick to the paths. They roam. Hiking to them required climbing over thick undergrowth, up and around cumbersome tree roots, and dodging biting safari ants, with the help of machetes to carve the way.

    Tracking

    Navigating Silverback Terrain

    Vegetation nearly swallowed me whole, and I lost my footing countless times. Safari ants somehow got to places that defied gravity, despite my pants being tucked firmly into my socks. For $20 USD, I hired a porter to carry my backpack. Money well spent, I thought, as she crushed a few safari ants on my back while I navigated the steep and unsteady terrain.

    Silverbacks

    There are about 13 habituated silverback families in Bwindi, and strict rules govern their viewing. Once we found our family, which took nearly two hours on our second trek, we had one hour to observe and photograph them. ‘Habituated’ refers to the fact that the gorilla family has been exposed to humans for enough time that they react normally in their presence.

    Silverbacks

    Silverbacks—The Bitukura Family

    The moment I saw my first silverback will be forever etched in my mind, no photo necessary. We were tracking the Bitukura group that morning, and came upon the mighty dominant male silverback, Mugisha, sitting on the ground eating shoots and leaves.

    The rest of his family, 12 in total, were mostly arboreal, swinging from the leafy canopy. The juveniles beat their chests (isn’t that a myth?) enjoying forest life. Barely noticing our existence, we were able to get as close as five feet away.

    Jungle Love

    A dense, deep quiet enveloped me and warmed me from the inside out. The only sounds are the rustling of branches, the low guttural grunts of the silverbacks, and the click click click of eight SLRs shooting simultaneously. Our group sat in relative silence, in mutual awe of the experience.

    At times, we jostled for better positioning, and the trackers used their pangas to help us get a clearer view, effortlessly chopping down anything that was in our way.

    And then, just like that, it was over. Our time was up. Who knew an hour could go by that quickly? We reluctantly made our way back to the lodge, thankful we had another day of gorilla tracking ahead.

    Baby silverback

    Silverbacks—The Muzika Family

    Our second trek managed to outdo our first, in the sense that most of the family was on the ground, and in a group, versus leaping from the treetops. The Muzika group was lively and rambunctious that morning, and after two arduous hours of trekking, we were ready to sit and watch the primate show.

    Baby silverback

    The highlight of that day was when the enormous silverback, Muzika, walked right past me, so close that if I had moved my arm at all, I would have felt his bristly hair on my skin. As per our guide’s instructions, I stayed frozen, allowing him to pass.

    Silverback

    Under the dense canopy of the Bwindi forest, the world dimmed. Every so often, a streak of sunlight found its way to the understory, illuminating the foliage, or, if we were lucky, the profile of a gorilla’s face. As much as I wanted to stop taking photos and purely observe, it was a challenging task. The silverbacks are natural models and the clock was ticking.

    Silverback

    Family Life in the Jungle

    Being such familial animals, I witnessed intimate moments between the silverbacks and their young that felt all too human. Mothers cuddling babies up to their faces, juveniles pushing each other around, and human-like grooming, not unlike the Lice Patrol in the DC School System, I thought.

    Silverback

    Silverbacks are distinguished by their nose prints, much in the way we are identified by our fingerprints. Apparently, no two are alike. Even after just an hour with the Muzika family, I could see how the trackers could begin to know one gorilla from another, both through their features, as well as their personalities. And then again, time ran out, and we began our long exit from the forest, happy and sad all at once.

    Airplane views

    Homeward-bound

    Fast forward to three flights and 7,000 Ethiopian Airlines miles. I’m at home, curled up on my couch, searching Verizon FIOS for Gorillas in the Mist. The silverbacks, I imagine, are peacefully roaming the forest, thirty lucky visitors on deck to watch them. Looking back, I am grateful to my friend for sending the text that set this entire experience into motion. Time to look ahead.

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  • A Passport’s Life (and 10 places to go next)

    A Passport’s Life (and 10 places to go next)

    Is your passport ready? Lately, I’ve thought much about where I have already been and more about where I would like to go next. I have taken a hard look at my soon-to-expire passport. What kind of life will my future passport lead? I have ten ideas, or so.


    I am an obsessive collector. At ten, I started collecting postage stamps, fascinated by the colorful, miniature designs and illustrations. By twelve, I was also collecting stickers; Hello Kitty, Miffy, scratch ‘n’ sniff, sparkly, and those satisfyingly tactile, puffy ones.

    When I moved to NYC in my early 20s, I began to collect matchbooks, which held the same fascination as those long-ago stamps. I marveled at the tiny advertisements for the restaurants they represented. I collected the annual NYC Zagat dining guides and enthusiastically ticked off the places where I had eaten. I gained weight. 

    Matchbooks

    A decade later, I moved to Japan, where I started to collect meishi, (business cards). The intricate kanji, katakana, and hiragana strokes were, in themselves, individual works of art. Typography that complimented the Japanese design aesthetic.

    Lonely Planet

    Over subsequent years of travel, I found more to collect; such as shells, ceramics, and Lonely Planet guidebooks, from the countries that we visited. Now, these collections transport me to different periods of my life and act as visual reminders of fabulous holidays.

    Bowls Shells

    The Passport: the ultimate collection

    The one collection to which I never gave much thought, has been sitting in a drawer, untouched, unused, and unloved, for the past ten months. My passport. A collection of ink on paper, a sometimes round, rectangular, or oval mark, that designates a country ‘visited’. 

    Last week, I dug up my neglected passport, as we are planning a trip for the holidays. The travel industry lovingly calls it ‘Festive Season’. I’ll bet I’m not the only one who needs a season to be festive. 

    My passport is about to expire. I am weirdly emotional about giving up this little blue booklet that has given me such joy over the past decade. Ten years—the life of a passport. 

    Quotes on paper

    I have carried this living, breathing, essential document through airports around the world, largely unaware of its weight in my hand. Had I really considered the access and power it provides? As I look more closely, each page holds much interest beyond the dried ink—beyond the colorful stamps.

    Passport

    Thirteen quotes from past presidents, poets, activists, and writers, line the top of each spread. One quote, by prominent scholar and author, Anna Julia Cooper, seemed especially fitting. “The cause of freedom is not the cause of a race, a party or a class—it is the cause of humankind, the very birthright of humanity.” As I write, the United States is on the cusp of a new presidency, and still deep in the throes of a pandemic. 

    Patriotic scenes and American icons live behind the mess of overlapping stamps. The Statue of Liberty, a bald eagle, and Mount Rushmore, as examples. American landscapes are reproduced in the backgrounds; cacti of the southwest, wide, open plains of the midwest, and tropical palms of the Hawaiian islands. 

    My travel history

    What will be a surprise to nobody who has read up to this point, is that I have saved all of my old passports. I have saved my husband’s old passports, as well as my kid’s old passports (both the US and UK versions). Something about these documents, the ones that literally enable us to ‘pass’ through the ‘ports’ of the world, seem too valuable to casually discard. They unlock history—our travel history, so to speak.

    Passport grid

    No doubt, the passport system will one day be completely automated. There may be no physical record in which to refer. The stamp will be retired in the name of technology. I’ll miss those stamps and the little blue booklet. I’ll miss certain rituals of the process. I won’t miss the lines or the intimidating passport control workers. 

    Passport tales: India

    The passport that I am about to give up has had a life of its own. I opened up to a page, at random.

    India tuk tuk

    The full-page visa that allowed me entry to India in 2011 stared up at me, and stories from that trip started to materialize in my mind. I remembered being ‘encouraged’ to ride a camel to our lakeside dinner near Amanbaugh, the resort where we stayed just outside of Ranthambore National Park. Afterward, I said, ‘I will never ride a camel again, not ever. Not even for a free trip anywhere in the world. Never’. I still haven’t. And I won’t.

    Later that week, I was verbally assaulted and nearly arrested after taking a photo of a monkey on a leash. Sweat dripped from my forehead as I tried to prove to the monkey’s owner that I had deleted the image from my camera, as promised. Note to self: always ask permission when photographing people, or tethered primates, especially people with tethered primates. 

    Passport Tales: Portugal

    I flipped ahead a few pages to the stamp marked ‘Portugal’, where our VRBO’s pool turned a putrid, neon, green over the course of the week. Ear infections all around! Obrigado, Portugal!

    Portugal castle

    En route to a Moorish castle later that week, we headed down one of the many death-defyingly steep, narrow, roads that we had come to anticipate in hilly Sintra. Suddenly, a light on the dashboard angrily glared and flashed hot red type. Not fluent in Portuguese, I googled the phrase, assuming that it was something benign, like an overdue oil change. 

    “Atenção! Falha de freio!” translated to: “Warning! Brake failure!” Was this a joke? Were we being punked in Portugal? I froze in panic, closed my eyes, and prayed to the Portuguese auto gods. As is evidently clear, we lived to tell the tale. What might be less clear, is that to this day, Portugal remains one of our favorite holidays. Oftentimes, the craziest experiences make for the best stories.

    Cheetah in Botswana

    Passport Tales: Africa

    Turning a few more pages, I found the ‘Botswana’ stamp, and I immediately remembered the cheetah we spotted on our first game drive, just 60 seconds after leaving the lodge. I remembered falling in love with our all-knowing guide, Foster, whose soothing and calming manner made our trip even more extraordinary. I thought back to the safari nighttime chorus of sounds, and how I never wanted to fall asleep for fear of missing it.

    Glimpses of other past travel resurfaced. A levitating man in magically realistic Cartagena.The Christmas market in blizzardy Budapest. The harrowing pre-dawn horseback ride in Argentina, when I thought my daughter would file for emancipation papers upon returning home.

    I thought of those trips that reminded me of my friendships and relationships. We celebrated my husband’s 40th birthday in Punta Mita, Mexico, gathered six families for an ex-pat reunion in Cortona, Italy, and took a couples getaway to St Barth’s, in the Caribbean. Stories are unlocked, and retold, through the stamps.

    Buckets and lists

    As a travel writer, this year has presented some clear challenges. I have tried to find creative ways to bridge this less-traveled gap in time. I have dreamt up future travels. I have kept a ‘Travel Lust’ list on my phone—an ongoing and hopefully never-ending inventory of places to see, stay and go, one day.

    Travel lust list

    Where did I most want to go, I thought? I referenced my trusty list—compiled from random sources, over years of reading and research. From Instagram posts and conversations overheard at restaurants. From Travel + Leisure, Condé Nast, and Afar magazines. From the currently-on-hiatus ‘Travel’ section of the Sunday New York Times. (Hear my cry, Mr. Sulzberger, please bring it back.) Gold lists, Hot Lists, bucket lists, and luxury travel blogs. 

    In no particular order, here are my current top ten:

    Katmai National Park, Alaska

    Single Thread Farm, Healdsburg, California

    Six Senses Zighy Bay, Oman

    The Faroe Islands

    Lofoten Islands, Norway

    Taylor River Lodge, Crested Butte, Colorado

    The Uyuni Salt Flats, Bolivia

    Amanzoe, Greece

    Torres Del Paine National Park, Chile

    Snowdonia, North Wales

    Dolomites, Italy

    Antarctica

    For anyone counting, that was twelve. I’m not bad at math, I just couldn’t stop. I have more but am holding back in case I need more material for my next post.

    New beginnings

    Starting a new passport now might be a good omen. Another way to start fresh, wipe the slate clean, and (literally) fill up a blank canvas. What do the next ten years, the life of my next passport, have in store?

    Passports messy

    Find your passport. Give it some love, even if you aren’t yet ready to plan a trip. Be content with a trip through your stamps, for now. There are good stories in there, awful stories, and hilarious ones, too. Our passports hold so much more than the faded impressions we have amassed over the years. What kind of life has your passport led so far? Where will it take you next?

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  • Botswana is The Magic Kingdom

    Botswana is The Magic Kingdom

    Why go to Botswana? Traveling to Botswana for a safari with my family remains one of my top experiences. Having the opportunity to see the wildlife of remote Botswana and travel through the vast inlets of the Okavango Delta was life-altering. I hope that Botswana stays as untouched and wild as the week we spent there a few years ago. Read on to discover the magic of Africa, Botswana, and the animals of the Okavango Delta.


    There is no sound I can think of that compares to that of the African bush. Silence. Almost complete silence, except for the distant (and sometimes not so distant) roar of a lion, the slow, steady, padded thump of an elephant, and the crunch of teeth on bone. The chorus of the wildlife.

    What helps make Botswana especially magical is how remote and small you feel: hours and hours, sometimes an entire day, without seeing another soul apart from your guide. I can’t remember ever feeling so happily unplugged yet so blissfully connected.

    Selinda Camp view

    Into the Delta in Botswana

    We arrive by bush plane from Maun, having spent three nights in neighboring South Africa. A jeep picks us up on the tarmac, nothing more than a strip of land in the open plains. Iconic baobab trees, known as ‘trees of life,’ pop up in the distance.

    Giraffes in the distance

    My son asks how long it will take to get to Selinda Camp, our home in the delta, for the next few days. He is eager to start the safari. Little does he know that it has already begun. Two minutes into our drive, we spot a giraffe craning its long neck above the tree line. Hello, Botswana!

    Hippos in Botswana

    From the jeep, we hop into a small boat to take us to camp. We pass a pod of hippos who are visibly unhappy with us for invading their peaceful waters. Our guide, Foster, knows this pod well. He knows their habits and gives them a wide berth. It’s no less unnerving to see their dark eyes slowly dip below the surface, not knowing where they might pop up next. My daughter, Ella, is not amused.

    Selinda Camp dock

    As we motor towards the Selinda Camp dock, we notice a faint sound. It’s singing. As we get closer, the people attached to the lovely voices are the entire staff of Selinda Camp announcing our arrival in song. An unforgettable sound. An unforgettable welcome.

    Cheetah in Botswana

    Botswana: Life in the wild

    Throughout our three-day and six-game drives in Botswana, we are treated to one magical experience after another. We track a cheetah at sunrise and watch a pride of lions devour a cape buffalo.

    Cheetah at sunrise

    The next day, we catch a solitary elephant off guard as we barrel past it in our jeep en route to a possible leopard sighting. Quite disturbed, and rightly so, he bucks and trumpets in annoyance.

     Elephants in the fields

    Later that evening, we nearly crossed paths with a hungry hyena on our way back to our tent. As is required at night, we are with a guide. However, I’m slightly uneasy after being told that Botswana guides carry no weapons. They depend solely upon their skills to read the animal’s movements to keep guests safe. I tell myself to trust the system and, more importantly, the guides.

    Botswana’s Foster, the all-knowing guide

    Our soft-spoken, omniscient, gentle guide is named Foster. Without a doubt, Foster is one of the highlights of our Botswana journey. Foster knows the Delta like the back of his hand. He knows where we can safely cross the Okavango based on rainfall, vehicle type, and time of day.

    Foster knows just where to go ‘off-road’, and dive head-on into a wild patch of sage or scrub, to find a leopard lounging on a tree limb. He often yells out, ‘Hold on tight!’, and we do. It’s exhilarating.

    The wake-ups in Botswana are early. Our tween daughter is not amused again, complaining about waking up while it’s still dark. Sensing her pre-dawn dismay, Foster poses a question in his soothing and low baritone voice. ’Ella, what is the purpose of this day?” An interesting conversation between them follows. The sun rises and reveals the animals at their most active times. The early wake-up is quickly forgotten.

    Southern Pride of Botswana

    One afternoon, we come upon a pride of lions, the Southern Pride, as they are locally known. Foster kills the engine, and we spend a few hours observing them. The big cats laze about, yawn, and tend to their young.

    The cubs frolic in their happy and utterly carefree existence. A few times, the lions find shade in the shadow of our open Land Rover — an unnerving and utterly silent experience. As mentioned earlier, Foster was without a weapon. I repeat my mantra—trust the guides- as I pull my son tighter towards me. Lion by safari vehicle

    We are all holding our breath. In a low whisper, I lean in and ask Foster how he’s sure the lions won’t attack. They are curious and within two feet of us. There are no windows or barriers between us.

    Speaking softly and without taking his eyes from the lion’s face, he says he can read their movements. That he can sense agitation or contentment by the twitch of an eye. His concentration is absolute. I believe him. Do I have a choice? We later discover that Foster has not only been an experienced guide for many decades but was given the high honor of taking the president of his country on a safari.

    Do I trust him? Implicitly.

     Selinda Camp common areas and pool

    Camp Life, Botswana

    Our tent at Selinda is rustic-chic and luxurious. It dons safari-style campaign furniture originally designed to be folded up and transported distances. It looked like a window display for the Louis Vuitton showroom in NYC.

    Selinda Camp tent

    No detail is too small to be overlooked. Yoga mats sit in a basket beside the door. Powerful binoculars sit by the bed. A beautifully crafted vintage liquor cabinet is stocked with port, bourbon, and whisky. Etched crystal glasses and a bucket of ice on the ready. There are reading glasses and books for us, watercolors, and sketch pads for the kids. A claw-footed tub and rain shower. All we could want or need.

    We are told that Sydney, the ‘resident’ elephant, enjoys relaxing near our tent. One of my most memorable moments of the trip is hearing her gentle feet padding past our tent in the middle of the night. Her massive body scrapes the soft walls. I want to get out of bed and peek outside, but I’m paralyzed—both terrified and thrilled simultaneously.

    Elephants in the fields

    Botswana’s delta

    The Okavango Delta spans 15,000 square miles, and by August, the water fans out slowly, and sometimes randomly, throughout the southern regions of the delta. Not surprisingly, this often makes crossing it a challenge.

    Leopard in tree Botswana

    There are few bridges, as the water ebbs and flows differently throughout the year. Thankfully, Foster sees the waterways as we would see highways, and navigates with ease.

    Game drive

    Late one afternoon, we stop at the Delta’s edge for a sundowner on our way back to Selinda Camp. The crossing we made in the morning is hours away and in the opposite direction of the camp. “How will we get back?”, our daughter asks. He looked straight ahead and points to the Delta.

    Before we can say another word, he pulls up to the inlet and tells us to raise our feet as high as we can. I wonder if we will have to hold our breath. How does he know there aren’t any hungry hippos lurking below the surface?

    Foster confidently shifts into gear. Moments later, our Land Rover is halfway submerged in the Delta, nearly level with the exhaust pipe that pokes from the front hood like a submarine periscope.

    I pray to the hippo gods that today isn’t our last. Out of the hundreds of small waterways like this, how is he to know how deep this one is? Those few minutes of crossing the Delta may have taken years off my life but it did save us three hours of driving. Trust the guides.

    Gazelles

    Foster’s Surprise

    With a heavy heart, we find ourselves on our final night in Botswana. Yet, after a full afternoon’s game drive we are ready to shower off the dust and change for dinner. As we tumble from the jeep, Foster surprises us by saying he has one last thing to show us.

    Lions, cheetahs, leopards, rare birds, hippos, warthogs, and more—what is left to see, I wonder? Trusting Foster one last time, we pile our weary bodies back into the jeep just as the sun is starting its fiery descent.

    White Rhinos

    Twenty minutes of bouncing away from camp, away from a hot shower and food I think sadly. Then my gaze falls upon a distant field of blinking lanterns, which then lead up to a blazing bonfire. An open bar and an enormous communal dining table come into view.

    Sunset dinner

    Hemingway’s Africa

    The entire Selinda Camp staff is there to prepare and enjoy our final dinner with us by candlelight. Wine is free-flowing and the stories from the day’s drive get bigger and more fantastical. Food is in abundance. Music and laughter fill the sky. The guides, staff, and tourists share one last meal together as a group.

    The sun finally disappears behind a row of perfectly placed palm trees, and at that moment I decide I don’t want to go home.

    Hemingway wrote, in his book The Green Hills of Africa, “All I wanted to do was get back to Africa. We had not left it yet, but when I would wake in the night I would lie, listening, homesick for it already.”

    Cheetah at sunrise

    My emotions are captured to perfection. I am already missing the sounds of Africa, the hippos and lions in the distance, the cackle of a hyena, and the scurrying of small animals outside the tent. Going to sleep each night is the final act of an utterly fabulous show. In my tent, I imagine I was not the only one at camp who fought sleep, never wanting it to end.

    Leopard sighting in Botswana

  • Traveling Around the Room

    Traveling Around the Room

    I’ve come to realize that the best way to travel these days, is through my travel memories. In many cases, those memories take the form of photographs that get stored in albums and tucked away on a shelf. But some of my favorite travel memories are in the form of the things I collected along the way. Due to recent world events, accessing those travel memories is as easy as walking around the house. 


    Maya Angelou wrote, “Every storm runs out of water eventually”.

    The world is waiting for the storm to pass. While I wait, as everyone seems to be pointing out, through every news outlet, television show, YouTube video, and Instagram post, I can look at this as a chance to reset, slow down, and pay attention to things I hadn’t been paying attention to before. Was I not paying attention? I can’t remember.

    These days, my mornings involve meditation—about 10-15 minutes, in my favorite chair. I like Unplug, and especially love the voice and cadence of Lauren Eckstrom. She is my new very important person. So is John Krasinski. I am all about good news. Even if it is just ‘some’ good news.

    I had been a part-time meditator. I wasn’t very motivated and had a bad habit of running through my to-do list while wondering what to make for dinner, and simultaneously petting my pups. This, from what I understand about meditation, is highly frowned upon. I’ve gotten better at keeping my mind on track since my to-do list has shrunk exponentially. My appetite, on the other hand, is not shrinking.

    Living room

    Finding Space

    I like the space in my house where I sit. It’s bright, even on rainy days, and has big windows looking onto green grass, a burnt red Japanese maple, and an open sky. I can also hear birdsong, more now because the DC Shuttle isn’t flying over my head every 3.4 minutes. Small things.

    On the way to and from that comfy corner of my house, I pass through my living room. The room where we used to have friends over for drinks. The room where we now watch Netflix for hours on end. It is also the room that houses the things we collect.

    Matchbooks

    Small collections of big things.
    Big collections of small things.

    Shells, matchbooks, Lonely Planet guidebooks, pottery, Japanese kokeshi dolls, biographies, and found objects—to name a few of the things we’ve amassed over the years. I even have a sun-bleached goat’s jawbone that my kids and father-in-law found while hiking a barren hilltop in Turkey. That sounds made up, and gross. It’s neither, I promise.

    I’ve spent a lot more time focusing on these collections recently. Not just a ‘Wow, that’s a pretty shell I found when I was in Maine’, kind of focus. More like, ‘remembering the stories that are attached to them’, kind of focus. The family travels that brought them from there, to here.

    Shells

    Starting out

    Twenty years ago, when my husband and I started traveling together, we’d pick up a memento from our trip. Some people collect shot glasses, postcards, or, like my old boss from NYC, beach sand. Others collect art, magnets, keychains, or t-shirts. For whatever reason, we always sought out a piece of pottery. That it was made in the country we were visiting was the only requirement. (Although we did break that rule, for a very good reason. Twice.)

    Two colorful bowls

    Sometimes we disagreed, and one of us had to concede. Usually, ummm, always, Daniel. It was fun to display them around our little NYC apartment when we got home.

    When we moved to Tokyo ten years later and unpacked our boxes, we discovered that all of the pieces we had been collecting were in the form of small bowls. It surprised me how consistent we were in our taste over the years. (I’m assuming that no one who knows me is going to find that at all surprising.)

    Multiple bowls

    At last count, we had 26 bowls from around the world. I have been looking at these bowls a lot lately, usually after I’ve finished meditating. How often have I walked past them without a thought? Forgetting how they got here, to this house, from Iceland, Bhutan, Colombia, Montenegro, and so on. Decades of stories and memories sitting in front of me. I took out my notebook and started to write. Free time can hold so much power.

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    Bowl still life

    Zizi and Andile

    In 2017, we took our kids to South Africa. We spent a week in glorious Cape Town, exploring neighborhoods, beaches, wineries, and museums. One night, we stumbled into an area called The Old Biscuit Mill. Located in the Woodstock neighborhood, it is a converted mill that now houses hip restaurants, artists’ showrooms, trendy boutiques, and bakeries. It’s also next door to the famed South African restaurant, The Test Kitchen.

    The storefront of Imiso Ceramics drew me like a moth to a flame. Founded by two South African artists, Zizipho Poswa and Andile Dyalvane, their styles of ceramics were different from one another, yet complimented each other seamlessly. The brightly lit, spare, showroom was mesmerizing. From the inky darkness outside, we cupped our eyes, pressed our heads up against the windows, and peered inside.

    Imiso bowl

    They were just about to close for the evening but allowed us in. I was inspired by everything. Typically when we travel, something immediately jumps out at me from a shop or gallery. Sometimes, we travel and never fall in love with anything. It was a candy store of beautiful ceramics, and I was that child who wanted it all.

    Meeting both Zizi and Andile in the studio made choosing one piece challenging, to say the least. We spent a good amount of time talking with them about the inspirations and techniques of their craft. We fell for both of their styles. It was rare for us to meet the artist that created the ceramics we would ultimately buy.

    Imiso Ceramics

    In the name of fairness, we bought a piece from each of them, and they lovingly packed them up to ship to our home in DC. We bought a hand-pinched piece from Zizi, a white bowl lined with metallic paint and a vivid, blood-red interior. Then, a piece from Andile’s intense ‘Scarified’ collection. Scarification is the ancient African traditional act of cutting the skin in order to ward off negative and evil spirits. The pure white bowl’s exterior was repeatedly sliced, revealing hints of primary colors under the ‘skin’. Each bowl held the intensity of the artist’s culture within it.

    A few weeks after our return to the US, our bowls arrived. Now, those pieces sit on shelves in our home and hold the stories of Zizi and Andile, their heritage, as well as the backstory of finding them late that night at the Old Biscuit Mill, just as they were closing up shop.

    The bowl that ignited Yet another collection

    Santa Fe is a city filled with arts, culture, great food, and gorgeous hiking. Lisa, a friend since my Tokyo days, and I chose it as our girls’ weekend destination—she was coming from LA, and I was coming from DC. We had no plans, aside from a few dinner reservations. The New York Times’ ’36 Hours in Santa Fe’ became our sole guide.

    As it turned out, a plan wasn’t necessary, as locals were happy to steer us around the charming town. In fact, we ended up changing a reservation based on a tip from a local store owner one evening. On another day, we ended up at a fantastic Peruvian breakfast dive on the outskirts of town. Local knowledge rules, as always.

    Acoma collection

    After checking into our hotel, we walked around town aimlessly, trying to find the main square. Andrea Fisher Fine Pottery was the first gallery we set foot in, and I still consider it the best. Andrea Fisher has collections of ceramics from several well-known Native American tribes, many of whom still hone their craft on New Mexico reservations, their skills continuing to be passed down through the generations.

    Black and white is my go-to color palette or lack of color palette as some might argue. When I first caught sight of the Acoma display of ceramics, I had a hunch I wasn’t leaving New Mexico without one. The layers and levels of detail, especially from the older masters, are impossible to mentally process. That the finely brushed, intricate patterns are created by hand, and not a machine, is a marvel of craftsmanship that I might never be able to wrap my head around.

    The Acoma Puebla is not too far from Albuquerque and has occupied a staggering 5,000,000 acres of ancient land for over 2000 years, making it one of the oldest continuously lived-in communities in the United States.

    In reading up on the tribe and their pottery traditions, (thank you mom, for the thoughtful coffee table book) I learned that the geometric patterns are applied with the spike of a yucca plant. The folklore goes on to say, that after a pot was finished, the artist would lightly strike its side, then listen carefully for a ringing sound. If they didn’t hear a ring, it would mean that the piece would crack while under fire.

    The thunderbolt-designed bowl I bought that day had the honor of sparking yet another collection. Since then, my husband has occasionally surprised me with Acoma pottery for Mother’s Day gifts, anniversaries, and birthdays. I once tried to buy one for him, for his birthday. But my daughter called my bluff, knowing it was sneakily a gift for me, not him. Damn.

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    Improvisation

    The memories that surround what might be my favorite bowl are fuzzy, at best. My memory is not great under normal circumstances, and going from 2020 to 2007 is a stretch. I will have to improvise a little.

    When we moved to Tokyo, we started receiving a magazine called Kateigaho, which considers itself the ‘definitive source for Japanese arts and culture.’ Thumbing through an issue, a dazzling insight into the world of which I was now a part, I was mesmerized. Swoon-worthy architecture, upscale hidden kaiseki restaurants, and Japanese art and artisans were the tip of the Asian iceberg, so to speak.

    Japanese Maple Leaf bowl

    It was in an issue of Kateigaho, very early in our days there, where I saw a photo of an elder Japanese ceramicist and his stunning work. The exquisite pieces he turned jumped at me from the glossy pages. His finishes were unusual, partly matte, but with an imperceptible sheen. The leaves of the Japanese maple, Momi-ji, were a motif that captivated me. It has since become my favorite tree, as well as one of my favorite memories attached to living in Japan. Overlapping leaves create endlessly intriguing patterns as the sun passes through them—just like the one I see out of my window each morning in DC.

    I must have tracked him down, visited his studio, and somehow communicated with him. I am sure he spoke as much English as I spoke Japanese. The only proof I have of the transaction is the bowl itself. My memory is blank. I don’t have his name. Nothing to go on but a lost back issue of Kateigaho from 2007, and an illegible signature on the base of the bowl. Look out eBay, I am still searching, and I will find it.

    Looking backward, and forwards

    Some of my best travel memories are stored in this collection of little bowls—invisible though they may be to everyone else. Every so often, I look at them and remember the places that we went, the people we met along the way, and the travels that changed us somehow, and allowed us to see the world in a new way. I miss travel. The ache is real.

    Italian bowl

    For the time being, I will sit in my favorite red chair, overlooking green grass, watching the delicate leaves unfurl, day by day, on my very own Japanese maple, and meditate. On the way to that chair, I will pass by those bowls and remind myself of their stories. I like the idea of my memories being attached to the objects in my house. Not a bad way to travel, at least for now.

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  • 8 Amazing Days Exploring Cape Town, South Africa

    8 Amazing Days Exploring Cape Town, South Africa

    Wandering Cape Town and the Western Cape of South Africa /

    About 15 years ago my husband came back from a trip to Cape Town and declared it one of his favorite cities in the world. A bold and hyperbolic statement from an otherwise understated and pretty well-traveled guy. Fast forward a few years and I can’t disagree.

    Flowers in the wine country

    If there was ever a city that had it all, Cape Town is hard to beat. Beaches, museums, lush wine lands, world-class restaurants, and hotels. Unique ethnic neighborhoods, a hot urban city center, a lively waterfront, and a richly textured culture and history. All set within view of Cape Town’s centerpiece,  majestic Table Mountain. City, country, and seaside collide in what is possibly one of the most breathtaking settings a city can offer.

    Victoria and Albert Harbor and view of Table Mountain

    We spent eight leisurely days exploring Cape Town and its surroundings and could have happily added more. Rarely do we spend more than three nights in any given city, preferring the countryside or beaches to an urban bustle. But Cape Town defied that thinking. We still left much unseen, including a trip to the top of the iconic Table Mountain, which was one of our highest priorities.

    Due in part to the crowds, and the ever-changing weather that produced the aptly named ‘tablecloth’ cloud draping the mountain, we didn’t get a chance to catch the sweeping aerial views of the city. As my husband so optimistically noted, it gives us a reason to come back.

    Camp's Bay The Marley Hotel view from balcony The Marley Hotel room view

    Camp’s Bay, a seaside treasure

    We started our trip at Camp’s Bay, a trendy suburb of Cape Town. An eleven-suite boutique hotel on the beach. With a backdrop of the Twelve Apostles mountain range on one side and the mighty Lion’s Head on the other, it made for eye-popping views in every direction. Being winter in South Africa, the beaches were somewhat empty, but it was warm enough to take leisurely walks along the bay.

    The Marly Hotel

    The Marly Hotel is a great seaside find. Modern with an art deco edge, white and simple. Some rooms have large balconies facing either the water or the mountains. It’s tucked away on the second floor of an unassuming beachfront promenade of shops and restaurants. Buzzing sidewalk cafe culture takes over at this beachy retreat.

    The Marly has a cozy sitting area off the lobby complete with a library of books, a Nespresso machine, and DVDs for the taking. Wandering around the Marly, I felt like I was in a friend’s home rather than at a hotel. Just outside its front door is barefoot beach life in full swing.

    Bo Kaap, a colorful a Muslim community Bo Kaap, a colorful a Muslim community

    Exploring Cape Town’s Bo Kaap

    We spent our days exploring the unique neighborhoods of the city. Bo Kaap became an instant favorite. Bo Kaap is a Muslim community that is defined by its many narrow and cobbled streets of bright and cheerfully colorful buildings. Pinks, oranges, greens, and purples create a virtual rainbow of architecture set against the backdrop of Table Mountain. It was a photo opportunity at every corner. The building’s colors bounce dramatically off of the royal blue sky and layered puffy clouds.

    Robben Island

    The V&A Waterfront in Cape Town

    We also wandered the touristy Victoria and Albert Waterfront in Cape Town. It’s an interesting mix of hotels, markets, shops, museums, and even a large Ferris Wheel for a bird’s eye view of the area. We passed Nobel Square, a monument to South Africa’s four Nobel Peace Prize Laureates. The bronze sculptures are larger than life. They pay tribute to Nkosi Albert Luthuli, Archbishop Emeritus Desmond Tutu, former State President FW de Klerk, and former President Nelson Mandela.

    As jet lag worked in our favor that morning, we caught the early ferry to Robben Island, where Nelson Mandela was incarcerated for 27 years. It was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1999. If you have the chance, book the Robben Island tour well in advance, as it is understandably one of the busiest sites in the city.

    Inmate Tour at Robben Island

    A former inmate took us on a tour of the island, which was simultaneously harrowing and inspiring. A living museum in many ways, penguins still waddle around the bleak paths. We passed the rock quarry where Mandela labored for countless years. I could almost sense the ghosts of the past. It was a somber experience and gave great context to a remarkable and humble man.

    We saw Robben Island on a grim and windy day, which certainly added to the drama of the story our guide/inmate told. We were able to walk into Mandela’s cell for a moment and catch a second of panic as to how it might feel to be trapped there.

    Ferry view on the way to Robben Island

    On our way back to the harbor, the ferry captain slowed down and made a sharp turn, as he spotted a whale nearby. Everyone ran to the port side to catch a glimpse. After the whale had retreated into the water, the ferry captain made a wide turn, and slowly Table Mountain reappeared in the distance. We were transported back to our independent and free lives.

    The Test Kitchen

    Testing World-Class Restaurants in Cape Town

    It just so happens that two of the best restaurants in the world, according to the San Pellegrino list of the World’s Best Restaurants, are located in Cape Town. I had known the Test Kitchen (#50 on the San Pellegrino list, 2018) was a nearly impossible reservation to get and had turned away even A-List celebs who didn’t go through the proper process.

    I also knew that it was unlikely, given the time difference between DC and Cape Town, that I would get through by phone at exactly 8am one month to the day of the reservation date. On a whim, I emailed the Marly Hotel and told them our dates, and asked if they could possibly help. Sure enough, they came through with flying colors. Never underestimate the power of a great hotel concierge! 

    The Test Kitchen dark room Billionaires Shortbread Bread board at The Test Kitchen

    The Test Kitchen Delivers

    The Test Kitchen was a mesmerizing dining experience. We first entered a  ‘dark’ room lounge for cocktails and our first series of bite-sized courses. We were presented with a rolled-up parchment map that visually showed from where in the world each of our next courses was inspired. Then, we were escorted to a wooden door with a brass portal. After a sharp knock, we entered the ‘light’ room, where we continued our meal amidst the bright bustle of chef Luke Dale-Roberts’ open kitchen.

    A dining experience full of contrasts – from the atmosphere to the sound, to the food. Each course builds upon the last, artfully and whimsically presented. The highlight bite of all bites is the insane Billionaire Shortbread. A dazzling and unexpected combination of chili, dark chocolate, and duck. Suspend your disbelief and trust the chef, as it may be the best single bite you ever eat.

    Imiso Ceramics

    Galleries and boutiques in Woodstock

    On our way to dinner that evening, we found ourselves wandering the warehouse-like neighborhood of Woodstock. The Old Biscuit Mill now houses the restaurant, along with a crop of uber-trendy cafes and boutiques. Most were closed at that time of night, except for a brightly lit storefront.

    Handmade pottery lined the shelves throughout the minimal artist space. We walked in and were fortunate enough to meet the two lovely resident artists of Imiso Ceramics (Andile Dyalvane and Zizipho Poswa) whose work surrounded us.

    We fell in love with their work and went back the following morning with the intent to buy. One particularly intriguing collection of Mr. Dyalvane called ‘Scarified’ is an interpretation of a Xhosa ritual of scarring the skin. The clay of the vessels represents the cut skin. It is both haunting and beautiful simultaneously.

    La Colombe enchanted forest room La Colombe enchanted forest room

    Accidental Dining at La Colombe

    A few days later, we found ourselves at La Colombe (#73 on the San Pellegrino list, 2017) by accident. We had been in Constantia for the morning wine tasting and needed a lunch spot. La Colombe had caught our eye earlier on the drive. We knew nothing about it and certainly didn’t realize that people reserved so far in advance to dine there. They told us they were fully booked for lunch, but they had just had a dinner cancellation for that evening.

    We took advantage of the opportunity and found ourselves there five hours later enjoying an unforgettable meal. Complete with one course that took us from our table, behind a secret door, and into a room that can be best described as Alice in Wonderland meets Chef’s Table.

    Setting the dinner stage

    The mystery room had floor-to-ceiling green living walls, koi ponds, miniature gardens, and a Mad Hatter mixing drinks in the corner. We had two imaginative courses in this tiny hideaway before heading back into the otherwise formal dining room. It felt like we stepped into an alternate universe for a few minutes.

    La Colombe tasting menu La Colombe tasting menu

    Another distinct epicurean moment came soon after. This course was served on an ultra-thin white square plate, with pale green gelatin at the base. When we finished, a hidden message was revealed underneath that read: “Food is our theater. We hope you enjoy the show.” A memorable and apt quote from La Colombe, where we were the actors in the show.

    Truth Coffee Truth Coffee

    Truth in Cape Town

    The next morning, we made a necessary detour into Truth Coffee, which boasts itself as having the best coffee in the world. Signs berated us for using sugar. It’s not allowed, or available. The atmosphere is snobby warehouse chic. Exposed duct work, bare bulbs dangling from ultra-high ceilings. An industrial yet surprisingly warm vibe.

    We settled in for cappuccinos and pastries. This is the kind of place where time has no meaning, as it is busy from morning until night. But being a person who loves a little sugar in my cappuccino, I will have to remember to smuggle it in next time.

    The One & Only Cape Town

    Cape Town’s One & Only

    A few days later, we moved from Camp’s Bay to the One & Only Cape Town on the V&A Waterfront. The One & Only is centrally located and with magnificent views of Table Mountain. We were unexpectedly upgraded to an Island Suite that was set back from the main hotel on a small inlet accessible by bridges. The rooms are thoughtfully appointed, and beautifully modern while still warm and inviting in rich earth tones. An oasis within an oasis! 

    The V&A Waterfront area feels much more touristy and carnival-like but is still very worth a wander as it has access to Robben Island, shopping, museums, and markets, and is super high energy. It also has easy access to various neighborhoods to soak up the local vibe. 

    Buying groceries for Rosie’s Soup Kitchen Rosie’s Soup Kitchen Kids at Rosie’s Soup Kitchen Kids at Rosie’s Soup Kitchen

    Rosie’s kitchen, feeding kids in the townships

    While meandering around the energized waterfront, it is easy to forget that there is undeniably much poverty in Cape Town. The townships (the poverty-stricken areas on the outskirts of the city) are a heartbreaking contrast to the affluent suburbs. We had the opportunity to spend a few hours in the township of Khaleshita. On our way, we stopped at a market to buy produce for Rosie’s Soup Kitchen.

    Rosie feeds hundreds of kids each morning before school in a kitchen that is smaller than our hotel’s bathroom. It was a sobering and heart-warming experience. To see how far the money could go, and how many kids it could feed. To see the determination and love that Rosie had for the kids of the township. And mostly, to see how happy the kids were despite challenging life circumstances. 

    Boulders Bay penguins Boulders Bay penguins Cape of Good Hope, cliffside hiking Cape of Good Hope, ostriches

    Having it all, in Cape Town

    We then traveled south, to the southwesternmost point of Africa, the Cape of Good Hope. Cliffside hiking, on and off rickety wooden planks, along the Atlantic Ocean. We followed ostriches and other wild animals. It was a great way to walk off our decadent meals. The scenery was awe-inspiring and the air was crisp and clean. We then went further south to Boulders Bay, where we fell in love with the hundreds of African penguins that live there.

    The area is cordoned off so that they can live peacefully, and we spent hours watching them frolic and waddle around in their natural habitat. Being separated from the penguins by natural wooden fencing, it was easy to feel like we were the zoo animals and the penguins were watching us as entertainment.

    Oprah Winfrey has been quoted as saying, “You can have it all. Just not all at once.” Maybe Oprah had not yet traveled to Cape Town, where you can truly have it all, at once.

    Cape of Good Hope