Note our prominent chins.
A few of you may know the large-handed guy as Scott, who three years ago met and fell instantly in love with a blue-eyed, freckle-faced girl named Alanna. They drank beer, danced until closing and walked home in the rain. He gave her a dollar bill ring, she gave him a piece of beach glass, and it was official.
They've since graduated from university (well, Scott has anyway), found the perfect apartment in the city (which will soon belong to someone else– tear!) and made scads of money doing jobs that they loooooved (j/k).
Recently, they've decided to leave their first-world comforts behind and travel all the way to Cape Town, South Africa, with hopes of making it to Nairobi, Kenya by summertime. That's where the 2547.51 miles comes in. 2547.51 miles of elephants, lions, savannas, sunsets, millet beer, deep-fried beetles, Pygmies, poisonous snakes, mosques, Massai, malaria, and mountains... or so they've been told. Truthfully, they have no idea what lies ahead.
This blog serves as a means of keeping in touch with the folks back home (hi mom, dad, Grandma Diane and Maggie!) and as a cautionary tale of what happens when unruly hair gets unrulier (or in Scott's case, when greasy hair gets greasier). Don't let our poor hygiene ruin your ideas of world travel!
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