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Hey guys! I was writing about Africa this morning, and I got distracted by some photography I took while I was living in Paris this past autumn. Through out my travels, I’ve been trying to work on my skills as a photographer (although my seventeen year old sister still beats me when she starts spouting . . . → Read More: Photographs: Strike in Paris, France As every good traveler my age…heck, as every good person my age…I’ve been making sure to keep my friends and family in the loop via a stream of facebook photo albums and posts. During the past few weeks, and especially the past few days, I’ve had several comments on the pictures that literally have made me laugh . . . → Read More: Funnies. I went shopping in Africa for a cocktail dress and shoes. Ten stores later I found them. The dress came easy, the shoes came hard. Apparently African women have tiny feet because a women’s size ten was nowhere to be found. One shopkeeper literally laughed at me – that’s OK though The shoes I . . . → Read More: The shoes. I been asked over and over again what it was like for me to live in the forest, and it occured to me how unbelievable it might be to some people that, along with three other people, I lived without electricity (well, we had a generator that we were able to use about once a . . . → Read More: Home Sweet Home. I mean…Tent Sweet Tent. Want to know what it’s like to start off a work day with a 1.5 hour hike on a rainforest trail involving several ravines and a small mountain? Until I visited Bioko, I always thought that the cliche “dripping with sweat” statements were simply literary exaggerations. Well, I’m here to let you know that it . . . → Read More: All in a day’s work; yep, this is definitely not sexy. During my time working for the BBPP, the objective of our work was basically to census a long coastal trail that stretched through long areas of unexplored Bioko Island habitat. Although we were technically on a trail, I would have to say that the use of the word “trail” became more and more loosely used . . . → Read More: Trail hiking…but without the trail. Nights were a really weird time in the forest; we didn’t have electricity so we would do everything by firelight or by headlamp light beam. It’s strange to describe the feeling of being confined to such a small area because of a lack of power, although I came to prefer having a headlamp on me…even . . . → Read More: Night time, rainforest style. I have realized that I get the most of a place by listening to the local music taste and reading relevant literature. Keeping that in mind, I’ve made a (very) short list of the music that I’ve heard while in Equatorial Guinea and the books I’ve read: Music (shout out to Mark for getting . . . → Read More: Update your playlist, EG style. Some videos I took of the hired locals playing their daily soccer games, which were so fun to watch. The natural athletic talent was oustanding – the first video is a clip of the daily soccer game, while the second video is a clip from the large, full-length match that was played out on the . . . → Read More: Bend it like Beckham…or the Bubis. Every night during my stay at the MEGI compound, I would watch the fruit bats fly all over the sky in search of food. For four nights in a row, they came out exactly at 6:30pm. . . . → Read More: On clockwork. |
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