The main street in Pointe-Noire, right after torrential rains that lasted at least 3 hours. I run an English conversation club in the invisible building to my immediate right. I will have to take a picture of it later.
For the first time in years, landing in Pointe-Noire this time, felt like coming home to stay. I knew almost from the moment I landed that I would pack up my life in Los Angeles and return to live here. Sometimes, when you’ve been in the desert long enough, that oasis blurring in the distance… Continue reading home