You could say that I fell hard for Africa.I went on my first trip to Africa in 2009 to participate in a long distance self -supported bike tour in Mali and came home with two unexpected souvenirs: my front tooth in a small plastic pillbox and a third degree burn on my right calf. Somewhere on the dusty roads outside of Bandiagara, I closed my eyes to feel the rush of wind as I raced downhill and when I looked up I was lying on the pavement staring at my tooth. The bike accident was followed in comic succession by an unfortunate encounter with a motorcycle.I finished the bike tour in the backseat of a cart that was being pulled by a donkey. A less than graceful finale.Despite the injuries, Africa quickly got under my skin. I have biked, hitchhiked, bussed, and walked my way around Mali, Senegal, Ghana, Sierra Leone, Tanzania, Kenya, Uganda, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Madagascar, Malawi, Mozambique, Ethiopia, Zambia, Zimbabwe, South Africa, and Morocco. You can read about those adventures here
I’m currently in South Sudan on a year long contract, and am looking forward to getting to know this country and its people. As well as doing some traveling.
I have no idea what the future holds, but I hope to return to Canada with all of my teeth intact.