I have been thinking about putting together a book about what it is like to travel with the people in developing countries. Most people travel in cars that isolate them from the people.
I have discovered that how I travel is as important as where I go. I have walked, biked, hitchhiked, ridden on the backs of bicycle taxis and motor scooters, and shared cramped space in the buses that carry ordinary people.
Occasionally I have traveled with people from teachers' organizations in vans donated by Canadian or Norwegian teachers, but I have only rarely traveled by taxi or private car. As a result I have discovered why African time is so much slower than Canadian time ... and a lot of other things that might have passed by me in a blur.
These blog entries are really a hodge podge of stories and photos about that kind of travel and the people I met as a result.
I hope you will give me feedback as it will help me when I begin to work with this raw material.
... a woman who has been many women and will likely continue to metamorphose right til the end ...
I have been a mother, a grandmother, a writer, a teacher, a traveler, a nomad,a hermit, a dog sitter, and a sporadic folk artist wannabe. Right now I am also a tiny-time-chef and caterer. Who knows where my travels will lead me as I travel down the final stretch of life's road?
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