It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Why the best of times? Because I was standing in the open air lobby of a hostel in the middle of Zambia as a gaggle of handsome British men lightly snored on the floor in nothing but their briefs while I awaited my ride to Botswana. On the other hand, it was only 6:00AM and I was still ridiculously groggy from having woken up much earlier to shower, grab a quick breakfast, and then take the hour long drive into Livingston
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Hello! I'm David - world traveler, food aficionado, gay dude, and storyteller. This is where I share amazing sights, delicious dishes, LGBT travel advice, & my favorite stories!