I am still in recuperative mode since my arrival home last Sunday afternoon. Sleeping odd hours, eating odd hours, and editing photos when I can stay awake.
This trip, from before it began to when it ended, was fraught with technical and mechanical issues. Then, on an Icelandair flight from Reykjavik to Seattle, I was returning to my window seat after a visit to the restroom and trying to maneuver across two seats with the front seats leaned back, leaving less room than the paltry plane allows.
My foot grabbed the carpet with determination and tenacity, I head a "POP" and felt a stab of pain from the left knee. The pain went away after a few minutes but when I tried to stand up eight hours later, I knew I'd torn something in that knee.
I managed to get to Anchorage and to the place where I'd left my truck. The battery was dead. Fortunately, it started right up with a jump.
In the meantime, while I try to figure out how to begin the 2021 Africa Journals, here are some teasers:
They all have stories behind them so stay tuned.
Plus, I will have some remarks about the wisdom of traveling internationally during a pandemic.