Outside the plane window stretched a vast expanse of blackness punctured by glowing pinpricks of yellow and orange. Not twinkling stars in the sky: backyard and street-front fires.
We arrived in Tanzania after sunset, after nature’s light-switch flipped.
Descending into the Dar es Salaam airport seemed surreal. On the approach, I could make out suburbs entirely void of electrical streetlights or floodlights or illuminated windows. Instead, flames licked toward the dark sky from old barrels and brush piles.
It felt like another world. Continue Reading…
This past week in Phnom Penh: Cambodians mourning the death of Former-King Sihanouk
