On a trip to Morocco a few years ago, we spent an afternoon and a night in the Sahara Desert. It was a whirlwind visit planned to make our group feel as if we’d been adopted by the Berbers. We slept in tents draped with rugs, rode camels, and ate a traditional Berber meal. It was awesome and way too short.
When I get on a plane, especially for an international flight, I like to bring things that will make me as cozy as possible. Not just comfortable, but cozy. There is a difference. The former is physical, the latter is emotional.
Caption: A polar bear peers up from beneath the melting sea ice on Hudson Bay as the setting midnight sun glows red from the smoke of distant fires during a record-breaking spell of hot weather. The Manitoba population of polar bears, the southernmost in the world, is particularly threatened by a warming climate and reduced sea ice.
I am oddly riveted by warthogs, which, if I am being totally honest, is mostly due to their “unique” (translation: ugly) faces. I stare at them for the same reason people slow down at car crashes: it’s gruesome but you kind of want to see it anyway.