Have Youth, Will Travel

Are you sick and tired of the "daily grind"?
Are you fed up with the "way things are"?
Are you disenchanted with "workin' for the Man"?

Well, I've just the solution for your predicament:

1) Quit your job, move out of your house, and sell off 98% of your worldly possessions.
2) Buy a ticket to Africa. One way.
3) Don't tell anyone when you plan to come back!

Think about it! No more spilling your Starbucks during your morning commute! No more paychecks with their annoying tax deductions! No more having to read about Stephane Dion in the newspaper! Plus, you can finally answer that age-old conundrum that has befuddled Western philosophers for years: exactly which bar in Maputo, Mozambique serves the frostiest beer?

Oh, but I should warn you: there are some conditions. First off, you can only bring what you are willing to carry on your back. That means the 160W hair dryer and that new set of Titleist irons are out. Also, the food standards in the Dark Continent aren't exactly up to snuff - yep, that gazelle burger is probably going to make you ill. And don't forget that there is an elevated risk of being bit by a zebra.

Still on board? Word up, Buana, I'll see you out there. Not your cup of Kenyan Dark Roast? Don't sweat it.

Because if ever there was news to be spread about the markets in Kimpala, the monkeys in Lusaka, or the Mugabes in Bulawayo, you'll find it right here in this blog. You don't even have to leave your chair!

Remember, most of the stuff you read about Africa is tragic. It's about time for some good news, don't you think?

I'll see you in Cape Town, South Africa on July 8.