Alone in Namibia with Martha Gellhorn

“You are alone?” the attractive young woman at the Hobatere Lodge reception asked.  Her raised eyebrow gave away her surprise. It was Christmas Day and I had just driven 10 miles on a gravel road turning onto it from another unpaved road. I didn’t see any other cars the whole way.   “You don’t have children?” …

5 ½ Things I Learned Road Tripping in Iran

Always bring a watermelon. Well, when in season of course, but if they are, don’t hesitate. At a picnic spot, you can just cut the top of, cut a crisscross with a knife and dig in with forks. Afterwards, just put the “lid” back on, pack in the back of the car, and continue eating …