The next morning, my shipmate follows what appears to be a shrivelled old man. In reality, his guide is only 22. So far their two young sons, ages five and seven, remain healthy. It's a sobering encounter. African AIDS now has a face.
Rice paddies look like rivers of green in Bali, Indonesia.
War shows its own visage in Eritrea on the horn of Africa. The country recently won independence from Ethiopia, but squabbles continue. In Massawa, our ship docks beside buildings gutted in a bombing raid. Two impoverished nations, barely able to feed their own people, waste resources on inedible bullets. Several of us share a taxi to Asmara, the Eritrean capital located in the interior highlands.