From Chapter 2: Wild Africa An excerpt from the book, I’ve Gotta Pack …At midnight I heard the wake-up call, so I slid out of my sleeping bag and started layering for the cold. It was about 30 degrees and very windy. Theresa and I locked eyes for a moment...
I thought I would include a magazine article submission for this entry. It sure is difficult to condense trips into 700 words but I gave it shot. Hope you enjoy the Liver Dance! It was total culture shock; I flew from Barcelona, Spain to Dublin, Ireland and traded...
