With the official season of love upon us, Morris Kiruga is faced with the quandary that anyone planning a surprise romantic getaway for their partner might encounter: to surprise or not to surprise? Where are we going Morris, and are we
It was when Keffa, the bearded pilot, landed the small plane in Selous Game Reserve that it dawned on me that I wasn’t home, asleep in my bed. We were on a flight from Dar es Salaam to explore the
Morris Kiruga mulls over the bizarre legends behind the striking Hell’s Kitchen canyon in Marafa. Photo: Brian Siambi There’s a small sandstone canyon in Malindi called Hell’s Kitchen. Located less than an hour’s drive from Malindi town, this captivating hole is nature’s
While some romantic partners make good travel buddies, most don’t, muses Morris Kiruga. I prefer to travel alone, but that’s hardly ever the case. I have had several travel partners; friends that I can comfortably travel with at the drop of
When Morris Kiruga set off in pursuit of politicians on the campaign trail, he imagined a glamorous few days on the road. The reality couldn’t have been more different. Have you ever attended a political rally? In person, I mean, not
Morris Kiruga looks back fondly on his school trips, even if he didn’t get to win the girls. But will travel ever be so unfettered again? Here’s some free advice no one ever gave me. Not all trips are equal. Let
After two weeks on the road, Morris Kiruga could only think about sleep. But a quick power nap had unintended consequences. To tell this story properly, I first need to tell you that I am not one of those people who randomly
A brazen robbery at his hotel gives Morris Kiruga a nasty jolt. For a while, that is. Soon he’s wondering if actually calamity maketh the trip. The waiter was five feet away, hurrying towards us, when it happened. It had been
Morris Kiruga is getting cabin fever. As he writes in the rain, he harks back with nostalgia to his childhood, and wonders if he can ever recapture that simplicity of nature. I haven’t travelled in a while, and it’s beginning to show. A
If there’s one thing guaranteed to make Morris Kiruga’s blood boil, it’s the lack of thought that goes into the hotel amenities. Not again! I am face palming in the bathroom an hour after I get to the hotel. It’s early September