Megan, Danielle, Andreas, Andy, and I sit at Hoedspruit’s token Italian restaurant, Cala la Pasta, for our last meal, although, really, it’s more like a final gorge fest of sugary…
Thank you, Daktari, for giving me a truly amazing experience, a full three weeks in the bush surrounded by four- and two-legged friends in pretty countryside. Thanks to you, I…
There is no radio, but that doesn’t really matter because Danielle leads us into a singing fest of top-of-charts sing alongs from the 80s, 90s, and the new millennium. I…
My most hated chore at Daktari is dealing with the mice and rats. It smells, and for an hour, you are fist deep in mouse poo-poos, not the chocolate kind.…
This week’s kids are a microcosm of their village–the good, the bad, the ugly. Within this grouping of eleven individuals, a whole constellation of beliefs, power dynamics, interpersonal exchanges, and…
Every morning, the kids eat a circular loaf of bread that looks like a decadent, moist cross between brioche and pound cake. And, every morning, I think about how nice…
Easy wags her tail when she happily slurps her coca cola nipple bottle full of milk, ProNutro and who knows what else. She’s already a wee babe of a wee…
Last night, Elvis followed Bullet’s lead and joined Presley in crow heaven, reunited in birdie Graceland. It’s so sad, though, how he left this world, the unlucky recipient of Chouchou…
Nothing is quite as sweet as a creamy, icy class of Amarula followed up by a shot of Hillary’s caramel vodka (Patycakes, this is the new Christmas martini). And, nothing…
Since love multiplies instead of divides, I take on a new lovey love at Daktari, even though, it is clearly unclear as to whether or not she feels the same…
Where In The World Is Gwendo? 