The apex before the fall.
A different year than most.
Home for the holidays, like I should be.
So bad it’s good.
Traveling home for the holidays.
Enjoy what you get.
I guess it takes a get drunk in the park festival to get me out of the house these days.
We depend on rich expats worldwide for this one.
Being a dad nine years in.
We drove 2,500 miles for this.
Out of Kenya but still Trevor’ed.
It’s a defunct war zone that’s on the verge of collapse. But, don’t fear, we’re very woke here.
This place sucks (now).
And cross a proverbial Rubicon.
Nomadic Backpacker is still trapped.
Was I infected?
Finding out how bad this really is.