“It would help people understand what you offer a lot better.”
It knocked me out cold.
Even the weary hitchhiker needs a nice night’s sleep.
“But how will I get back to Makele?” asked Aregawi.
“Here the Muslims and Christians mix peacefully, even marrying each other,” Aout, our new guide explained.
Gorges, mountains, dust and desert plants greeted us.
No other transport except for some idle trucks.
“So let me give you food,” she said. “You eat njera?”
The situation in Israel and Palestine are multi-layered in their complexity. The way forward requires careful, logical discussion of action from insiders and outsiders alike. This is one outsider’s careful point of view.
A moving target is harder to hit.
“What’s plan B?”
“I found your sandals,” Sophie said stopping me in the carpark of her restaurant, Cape Chestnut.
“Where?” called out the passenger on the flower truck slowly rumbling on the on-ramp to the A2 Meru-Nairobi highway.
“Found fresh leopard poo,” Julian announced at breakfast.
“Music is my currency.”
“Is it alright if I sit here in the shade and play some tunes?”