LBS Day 2
Tuesday December 4, 2012: Exhausted from a terrible nights sleep due to the fact the dog set the house alarm off, which lead to a thrilling scenario where I had to convince the man from ATD ( the private armed…
Tuesday December 4, 2012: Exhausted from a terrible nights sleep due to the fact the dog set the house alarm off, which lead to a thrilling scenario where I had to convince the man from ATD ( the private armed…

During a Thanksgiving celebration, I met some Capetonians who pointed me in the direction of a local tradition. In the summer, the Kristenbosch botanical gardens come alive. Every Sunday, people pour into the gardens for a picnic and a concert.…
I don’t know how else to start besides saying that I am SO proud of Reciprocity and our correspondents in Alexandra because this week has gone incredibly well. Despite some worries and hesitations, everyone has pulled their weight and provided…

Pachanga Boys- “Time” As of today, I have 10 days remaining in India, and it’s not enough time. Not enough time to complete all of the concepts the people at Jagran have suggested for me to work on, to spend…
If so inclined, a Capetonian could visit a food and craft market almost every day of the week. Each market has a slightly different ambiance reflecting its neighborhood or customers. However, I have found that the local markets that I…
One of the most interesting things about the information revolution brought on by the internet is that millions of people have been given access to a public voice that they never would have had. But it is still questionable whether…
After a weekend of last moments well spent and heart felt goodbyes, slightly tear filled I boarded the late plane from Cape Town to Johannesburg with my boss Nico. Depressed to see my friends go, I felt quite reassured when…

“The best laid schemes of mice and men go often awry, and leave us nothing but grief and pain, for promised joy!” –Robert Burns Of all of the lessons India has taught me in the past three months of…
I’ve fallen in love with Ghana. I don’t know how or why or exactly when it happened. These kind of things just can’t always be explained, and I don’t think they’re necessarily supposed to be. How do you explain to…
