
I’m a nervous traveler. You only need ask my wife, Sue. She will roll with the punches of long lines, negotiating at the airline counter with overweight luggage and messed up children’s tickets or slow immigration/customs officials. I’ll insist on being at the airport at three least hours ahead of time even if it means we end up spending two hours and fifty minutes of it sitting in the departure lounge twiddling our thumbs. You would think after 27 years of living overseas I would be more relaxed. Sadly, experience has only left me worrying more about all the things I know potentially can go wrong in travel—particularly on the African continent side. Continue reading “Visit Rwanda”



