Month: December 2017

My Time in Kenya

Most people know that Kenya is in Africa. Well, maybe I’m being generous when I say most people. Geography isn’t necessarily part of many Americans’ strength when it comes to knowledge. Maybe it’s because we are generally “secluded” on a world scale. After all, we are surrounded on both sides by oceans. To the north, there is Canada. To the south, there is Mexico. That’s it! Even if someone knows that Kenya is in Africa, many don’t know exactly where. They may not know that it borders Somalia and the Indian Ocean. I know this well because I traveled to Kenya by sea.

The day I pulled into the seaport was a hot one. Africa, after all, has deserts. Much of its landscape is arid. But there was plenty of vegetation where I was. I first landed in Mombasa, Kenya. There, on the pier, there were locals who were essentially merchants. They were selling all types of handmade objects. There were statues of people and animals. They had an affinity for elephants. I purchased some items as souvenirs for my family. My friends and other people purchased items as well. This was good business for the local population!

There were many highlights of my trip. One of them, however, stands out among the rest. I went on an African safari! It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I had to take it. As we arrived at the entry point, we were prepared to enter a white vehicle that was about twice the size of a golf cart. There were lions in the safari. What would happen if they attacked us? Well, the driver of our vehicle was prepared. The driver had a long gun which may have been an AK-47. Surely, we would have no issues. Unless, of course, we were attacked by a larger animal. Bullets wouldn’t do well on an elephant. Come back next week for part 2!

Snowboarding in Colorado

I have always enjoyed snowboarding. Perhaps it comes with the territory for me. I grew up in the upper Midwest. Now that I am no longer there, I often hear people complain about winter and the snow that comes with the season. Sometimes I feel as if I’m the only one who looks forward to snow.

I don’t care much for shoveling snow. I also don’t care much for scraping my windshield when there is a layer of ice on it. I also have grown unaccustomed to the cold even though for most of my life it did not affect me much. Seeing snow everywhere isn’t what is important to me. Snow to me means snowboarding.

As I write this, I recall my favorite snowboarding trip. Before I go into that, I should say that, for the traveler, there are plenty of snowboarding opportunities in many countries around the world. Sure, Canada has amazing mountains for this winter sport. But most people don’t realize that countries such as Japan or Argentina have incredible snowboarding ranges. The good thing about Argentina, in particular, is that when it is summer in the United States, it is winter in Argentina.

My favorite snowboarding trip was when I traveled to Colorado. Aspen, Vail, Winter Park, and Keystone are some of the big names when it comes to snowboarding in Colorado. As my plane landed in Denver, one cold December, I remember seeing the size of a massive mountain range. I was excited to get to my hotel and begin shredding the mountainside.

Even though I arrived just as the sun was rising, I was snowboarding only a few hours later. It was a time in my life that I cherish to this day. I hope to revisit Colorado at some point in the future. Until then, I’ll be happy with practicing on some smaller mountains on the east coast.