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...baby elephants just outside our safari truck, lions resting with their morning kill, white sand beaches, and the sun setting over the Indian Ocean. But when I think of the thousands of tourists who come to Tanzania and see nothing but the Serengeti, Zanzibar, and the inside of an airport, I'm sad for them. They are missing out on what, to me, is the real Africa...
...Prayer for DeliveranceMy journey to seek an answer to that question started with a surprise. The former driver of some émigré friends of mine met me at the airport, and soon we hit a traffic jam. Two years earlier, traveling in Zimbabwe had been a logistical feat that involved prearranging fuel stops. Now I was stuck in a line of cars outside - another surprise - a packed mall, complete with restaurants, furniture stores and a buzzing supermarket...
Even now, most Zimbabweans seem to find it hard to admit that their emperor - the man who Tsvangirai acknowledges was a "national hero" once - might be naked. But for how long? As I drive back to the airport, Mugabe's voice comes on the radio. He is speaking at the funeral of yet another hero of the fight for independence. "I have delivered to my nation, my people, a Zimbabwe that is free," he says. "We call ourselves Zimbabweans now, and we never called ourselves Zimbabweans before. We never had a flag before, did we? No. We never...
Whatever the new rules say, experts agree they aren't likely to delve into too much minutiae. "[They are] not going to clarify that driving someone to the airport is O.K., but getting on the plane with them isn't," Jackson says. "[They are] much more likely to specify relevant factors such as whether the person who assisted with the suicide stood to gain any financial advantage, or exerted any pressure on the person [who committed suicide...
...backtracking and subterfuge ultimately led to one place: the airport. If they were going to get me, this is where it would go down. In the end the files and flash drives came with me. I stepped through the stage one final time, the set design of my own making. Nothing happened. I made it through immigration in Tehran and carried myself through without incident all the way to Montreal. There, during my final layover en route to the United States, I was finally patted down. I watched the agent spread books and magazines pulled from my backpack out before...