Rwanda – Whisky in my Pocket

A few final thoughts from home…

by KirkJuly 17, 2018June 2, 2026

We’ve been home for a couple of days now and are finally getting over the effects of jet lag… although Marie still has a wicked …

Addis Ababa to Toronto to Vancouver to Victoria

by KirkJuly 16, 2018November 18, 2019

We had plenty of time in Addis to catch our breath after barely making our flight from Kigali… or so we thought. Just as we …

"Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you -- beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.”
Edward Abbey