Author Archives: kro2

In writing this I would like to begin by reminding everyone that if you were lucky enough to not have a parasite while in Africa for two weeks, maybe don’t throw away your streak the last time you get dinner. … Continue reading →

Although it wasn’t the smoothest of transitions, we meant to travel from Tanzania to Kenya, Kenya to Istanbul, and Istanbul to Houston. We began by tracing our footsteps through much of our trip, as if a reminder and retelling of … Continue reading →

It’s hard work being a self proclaimed Jr. Professor! FIRST you gotta go outside, THEN you gotta stoop down, AND THEN you got to pick up long bones for the MAN like an indentured servant. The “MAN” as in my … Continue reading →

The men huddle around their squat fires, sending ash and ember skyward. Each glowing with a vibrant hue of amber and seemingly adding an ancient age to the faces of its tenders by the work of its warm, lapping distortions. … Continue reading →

“Well, out of 120 quadrats 119 were covered in poop. Only the first wasn’t, but I don’t trust it. I don’t think we really knew what poop was yet.” Let it be known that I am a subpar researcher, but … Continue reading →

“Nobody forget your teeth!” What kind of question is that you might ask? An appropriate one. Dr. Solomon was asking about my fossils not my pearly whites, but I hope I am bringing both wherever I go! Today we surveyed … Continue reading →

Well ladies and gentleman, I just enjoyed a brewski with the fellas. It was Serenegti Lager, apparently the winner of several international gold medals. And of course the savanna is as beautiful as ever, a horse with no name is … Continue reading →

I had been sitting with “Uncle Mohammed” in the front of the Land Rover once again (its become customary), looking out the window. A horse with no name fit the vibe perfectly – the sun slowly ebbing below the horizon … Continue reading →

I don’t recognize these stars, I initially thought the southern cross was the upside down big dipper. And at first I found it was funny, and yet later eerie as I stood beneath those stars. The continent of Africa is … Continue reading →

“It’s a land without time.” We sat watching the high clouds lethargically lower over the volcanic earth of the crater floor, loosing upon the land frigid airs which only better embellished the mystique of the NgoroNgoro. It was bittersweet, because … Continue reading →