Three years ago this month, I left my comfortable life in London to live out my dreams in the Big Apple. I love the new life I’ve created for myself, but there are a few things I wish I’d known about New York before moving. I’m sharing the key lessons I’ve learned, particularly for anyone thinking about relocating to New York.
Opportunity. It can come and go before you even realize it. In a world that is now fully connected via digital networks and social media, opportunity when recognized, can be maximized to levels never before imagined. Truth be told, last Christmas morning I nearly slept through my opportunity. As night turned into day an amazing once in a lifetime deal hit the internet. What would be affectionately referred to as #GlitchGate resulted in a wave of new travelers reserving flights to the destinations in South Africa and the United Arab Emirates.
Sun squint and endless brown sand
beach, kind of velvety, soft, powdery and it
is sculpted by our foot prints. Are we anywhere?
A hotel that feels like the end of the road in El
Salvador. The sunset is indirect, the ocean is not
the Pacific, facing due west, this is Golfo de
Fonseca where Sir Francis Drake buried
treasure on deserted islands and Nicaragua and
Honduras fight for territory. El Salvador, quiet and
well-behaved, won the battle for islands as settled
by the UN. Well-behaved. This country still
so scarred from the Civil War.
I started with the pioneer in the fried chicken and donut craze—Federal Donuts. I rolled up to the Center City location and ordered a sticky bun donut and honey-ginger wings. My health conscious friend tagged along and wanted no parts of my sugary dessert. I steered him to Hip City Veg and he sucked down a green smoothie. Next, I fed my inner historian with a stop at National Constitution Center.
So small is the Vatican City that you can get away with not planning anything to do in particular and still be able to cover most of the independent papal state in one day.
There are plenty of little cafes, bars and restaurants to stop over and have mini-breaks from exploring the Vatican City so there is no need for me to recommend any as most of the ones we stopped at had great food and wine selections.
For two weeks straight I danced until sunset, drank until sunrise, and ate all the hours in between. This all transpired during "The Greatest Show on Earth," no not Ringling Brothers but Trinidad Carnival. Many associate Carnival with Brasil's lively festivities but Trinidad is a different kind of beast. With parties (also known as "fetes") carrying on multiple times a day, blasting the latest Soca tunes with endless food and alcohol this can easily feel like a nation wide endurance test. For reference imagine the 90's show American Gladiators while wearing feathers, glitter and intoxicated. Although not all beasts are made to be tamed with enough preparation this one won't tear you to shreds.
As we prep the final episodes of the first season of 'The NOMADNESS Project', why not have a mini marathon through Samoa, South Africa, and India so far!! Join us!!
It's been an absolute pleasure working with our Executive Producer, Issa Rae on this season. Here's to many more episodes in the future!! Keep traveling...
When a picture says so much more than you ever could....
This shot is awe inspiring as it really is a testament to the growth of our family, that is the Tribe. Truly embodying our favorite hashtag #familybychoice .
It was an emotional weekend. For many of our Tribe members it was the first time seeing survivors of the #Panama13 crash, and the first time paying respects to the members we lost in the accident. There was a balloon release ceremony while survivor, Jasmine Owens, read a letter from Nomadness Founder, Evita Robinson, who had to leave Atlanta early for another urgent engagement.
We truly appreciate everyone that came, helped, and supported in making sure that this year's BBQ was a success. Here's to many many more of our family reunions.
I've been writing this afternoon, in this exact position. The book is coming along, specifically the portion recounting Panama.
Sitting here talking to Mike, the other Black traveler that showed up at my bed and breakfast yesterday, I realized that this is my 20th country since 2006. While this number is child's play to many people in Nomadness, this is unearthly tot eh general public.
20 countries. And to realize it while on a trip by myself, was beautiful. Is. Beautiful. To be able to sit in a reflective space and look at how I truly spent my 20s, traveling. Traveling has been the most constant thing in my life for an entire decade. How blessed I am to love this life, this way....to experience these cultures and people all around the world.
It's been worth every plane ticket, layover, night on an airport floor, hostel bed, blog post, and photograph over the last 9 years. Thank you for following the journey.
This time last year I announced to the Tribe that after 2015, we'd be taking a break from the India Nomadnessx trip. Indefinitely, yet in my mind I was thinking a year, maybe two. I can't stay away from India that long. I've personally been four out of the last five years. I said this in a very different space.
Frankly, I was in a relationship this time last year, and the plan was to get pregnant in 2015...after this year's India trip. Well, after my doxycycline from the India trip wore off, rather. Between antibiotics and anti-malaria pills, for years the sheer logistics of the trip sent my body through a whirlwind. Year after year. There was no way I'd be able to be pregnant, nor breastfeeding, and pull off an India Nomadness trip. Not how we get down. So we'd wait.
Fast forward even a month after our Nomadness trip in 2014, and I had to make a dramatic and swift exit from my relationship, and all plans of being a mother in 2015 were slowly slipping from my grasp. Disappointed at first, I've grown ok with the course life has taken. Growing calmer in knowing that my ideal relationship, husband, and child(ren) are manifesting steadily on their way to me. But, this is where I was in life, this time last year.
Now... this past week. This is where I am in life, this year.
Normally, I allow about half the number of people on this trip. Fifteen tops. This year, we glided towards thirty, and I let it happen, seeing as I knew we'd be taking a hiatus from India after this trip. I'm glad I did. Look at this photo. Internalize this photo.
I've been to India many times, and under specific circumstances. Last year was a powerful trip, as it was all women. The bonding was immeasurable. The 2013 trip to India, was the first with the Tribe, and it will always be known as the first. I remember writing two years ago about how an India trip was a personal benchmark for me. I felt like it was the trip I was dreaming of taking Nomadness on, once I trusted the group (and myself) enough. The baby started to walk after India 2013. I can surely say without India...there would have not been the likes of Samoa Nomadnessx 2014, and other trips in the planning. India is a place of discomfort. Even the most seasoned of travelers boast not wanting to do India alone. I totally get it. It is not for the faint of heart, weak of stomachs, nor non-empathetic beings walking around.
India guts you!
In the most beautiful and dramatic of ways....it's truly difficult to describe what happens in the streets of Jaipur, sands of Pushkar, or along the walls of Agra's Taj Mahal. All I know is it's life changing and affirming. You HAVE to experience it.
Every year I cry.
Like clockwork. It never fails. This year, Amanda caught me.
The way Nomadness hits the Jaipur streets for Holi is truly something out of a new age, Indian version of the movie 'Warriors'. A cross between that and an old Ruff Ryders music video, with colored paint powder instead of booty shorts, cropped tops, and biker jackets. We run Jaipur. Usually the only 'tourists' of color, we are riding on the back of motorbikes, fitting five to a tuk tuk, legs hanging out the back, six deep in jeeps, screaming 'HAPPY HOLI!' at unearthly decibels while weaving in and out of traffic. Traffic which, on a regular day has no boundaries or rules, and on Holi is a circus on wheels. There's only one rule to driving in India: SURVIVE! That's it. Feet out the back, it was watching my people...my tribe... in this element of sensory overload, radiating in magnetic colors, and smiling more in a day than they probably had all month, that I began to silently cry. Amanda saw it, and the flood gates opened for her as well. We hugged and released.
Joy...joy to the point of tears, is a happiness I only wish is granted to every person at some point in their life.
I can say that I know at least one day, every year, that it is granted to me...and that is Holi.
I try to stay on the humbler side of things, but fuck it! No one does Holi like Nomadness does Holi. This is fact. We get into the belly of Jaipur. This year, after running into issues with guards outside the 'tourist party' that the local government puts on, we bounced. They wouldn't let our Indian drivers/family in, even hitting one of them with a stick (which ignited a beast in me, yelling to everyone 'we out!'), and we left. No parts of that shit. First off, if we wanted to be around the tourists that just showed up for Holi, we could do that any day of the week. Secondly, fuck your party and not letting our local family in. I've been through those walls, and it's merely 'ok' where Bhati's house is always where the magic happens. Again, reestablishing the theme of family. I think one of the reasons why the India trip resonates with people so much is because it's the trip that we have that I feel mostly signifies what Nomadness' mission is......family.
Prior to going through it, many compared it to jouvert. Then after, these same people switched it up and said 'no'....Holi is indeed different. Mainly because it is family oriented. This is us.
Family takes on a whole other meaning for me in regards to India. These people are my extended family. I have many scattered around the world, but India has seen me more frequently than most. I've seen Bhati and his brothers grow older. I've watched the staff at Umaid Mahal grow older, hire new people, etc...
Most impactful to me are the children. I've watched these kids grow into teenagers. From sweet young boys to menacing teenagers...and if it doesn't put the life cycle in perspective for me than I don't know what else would. One of the stories I loved sharing with this year's group is in this photo and video mash up:
This......is what travel means to me. This is who I am and why I do what I do. How lucky am I, to have created a job for myself where I can curate this gift for others?! How lucky am I to have been gifted this responsibility, in this lifetime, to create the vessel for bridging thousands of people from around the world, who never would have known one another if it wasn't for Nomadness? How lucky....I am. Thank you to every bit of energy in the Universe that came together to make this my destiny in this lifetime. I appreciate you.
Love to India and Nomadness! Family by choice. #nomadness #familybychoice #wheresanne #reallifeevie
Many of you are aware, at this point, that Nomadness was dealt a horrific blow this past week. While vacationing, a number of Nomadness Travel Tribe members linked together in Panama City for MLK Weekend. Of about twenty people, twelve members went on a tour outside of Panama City on Friday, January 16th. On the way back from that day excursion, there was a horrible van accident in which nine of our members were injured, one is presently in a coma, and two deceased.
On behalf of Nomadness, I cannot being to express the gravity of the situation that has hit our community. Within 24 hours, Nomadness CEO and two other people on the High Council were in Panama helping the families, victims, and the Embassy with whatever was needed. Within 72 hours, the Nomadness community banded together and was able to raise over $60,000 in donations to go directly to the survivors, victims, and their families. Over $60,000 from our community. If ever there were a blessing at the end of tragedy, it's that 'in house' this travel group proved itself (again) to be so much more than just that. We are family. A tribe.
As of this past Friday, Nomadness can announce that all survivors that have been able to leave Panama, have been flown back to the States. This was a great goal to meet. Since then, Nomadness has ceased taking in donations directly, and dispersed funds to the families involved. We ask, for those looking to donate, to please use the information below to donate to the families of the deceased, and our member still in Panama City, working her way through a coma right now.
Our condolences to the families of Nneka Fritz and Christopher Nigel Thorne. Our continued strength and support also to the family of Diana Isidore, staying with us as best she can in a hospital in Panama.
Donations can be sent to:
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Brooklyn, NY 11225
2125 Gayley Street
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PO Box 16064
Atlanta, GA 30321
Time of the year again for me to take a moment of pause, and reflect on what 2014 has been for me. Most of the categories include five answers, some more. All, an open book. Here goes something. No particular order.
1. Darrick 2. Kali 3. Dad 4. Caesar 5. Roz 6. Fedler 7. Marion
1. Apia, Samoa 2. Johannesburg, South Africa 3. Cape Town, South Africa 4. Charlotte, NC 5. Barcelona, Spain
1. Rich Dad, Poor Dad 2. The 5 Love Languages 3. Know Your Value 4. The Celestine Prophecy 5. Guide to Greatness
1. The Theory of Everything 2. Beasts of the Southern Wild 3. Inside Out- Documentary 4. Obvious Child
1. Stay hungry. Stay Foolish. 2. Hmmm. 3. Word. 4. I can't. 5. Dope.
1. Beautiful - Musiq 2. Grown Woman- Beyonce 3. Drunk in Love -Beyonce 4. So Ambitious - Jay Z feat. Pharrell 5. Respect My Conglomerate - Busta Rhymes Feat. Jadakiss and Lil'Wayne
1. Signing distribution deal with Issa Rae Productions
2. Two features on News One w/Roland Martin with TV One
3. Being in the room at WEEN Awards...approaching Vashtie and Gary Dourdan
4. Going to Cherae's Birthday and being cool as a cucumber under highly stressful energy. Growth for real. Unbothered.
5. Getting a matchmaker to simply give help with the love life.
6. Standing up for myself by getting out of an emotionally destructive relationship.
7. Boxing classes. Always wanted to try this.
8. Getting nominated for an honorary Ph.D....which I turned down.
9. Nomination to Iona College Alumni Board of Directors...which I will accept.
10. Creating CrowfundingMastermind.com with Arielle Loren
11. That dinner the last night of South Africa Nomadnessx 2014... thank you Cape Town Board of Tourism.
12. The financial leveling out that shows the light at the end of the entrepreneurial tunnel. Thank the Universe!
13. Facing, and getting my finances completely broken down by Tiffany 'The Budgetnista' Aliche. She is a fucking Godsend. Get with her. I cried.
14. Clearing 100 orders from NomadnessMerch.com during the holiday season. Wow. Gratitude isn't the word. Thank you.
15. Officially diving in headfirst to getting all my dental work done...and qualifying/obtaining health care for the first time in seven years. No more out of pocket.
16. '30 Lessons Leading to 30' approaching my 30th birthday, and how many people I didn't realize it helped.
17. Being put onto Abraham Hicks by Caesar. Subsequently, Reigniting my spiritual journey, even telling the Buddhist family, I need 5 feet for awhile.
18. Bomb ass new merchandise and graphic design intern. Shouts to Helena
19. Being featured on Paul Carrick Brunson's #MENTORMONDAYS....THAT, yea....that's the closest I've ever been to Oprah. ;-) #lovePaul
1. Gaining 20 pounds of a 55 pound weight loss back. Enter boxing.
2. Not finishing my book this year, knowing the shit is totally my fault. Procrastination + ADD + packed ass schedule is not the move for this shit. Get the fucking book out, Evie.
3. Relationship with Mom.
4. Coming home from a trip and finding out my cat, Zorro, got into chemicals in the apartment and having to take him to the vet. Lawd, that Mom moment was crazy.
5. Black female suicides
6. Police shootings of my people...the NON-INDICTMENTS
7. Getting a damn Nomadness bathing suit to come to fruition. Lawd this process.
8. Not getting the new site or app out this year.
1. I am enough.
2. I meet dope, amazing, husband worthy men all the time, given my network. But, if they aren't looking for a relationship...they AREN'T where I need them to be. Thus, it's time to move on accordingly. No matter how dope they are.
3. Discrespect is a non-negotiable. In any type of relationship.
4. If someone doesn't take the time to take care of themselves, I feel they will never take the time to take care of anyone else....and it's unattractive.
5. Stay laser-like focused on the vision. That includes continuing to say 'no' way more often than I ever say yes.
6. If I go somewhere for myself, and don't want it to turn into a meet up, I can't say/post anything. A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G
7. The key to success, is just focusing on your own shit. Create the bubble.
8. They ALWAYS come back.
9. I'm still attracted to women from time to time. And when it happens, it's still animalistic as hell.
10. Be what's next! #NMDN
11. Stick to the Nomadness script. It was an AMAZING year for us. The one time we attempted a deviation of process, it didn't work. Lesson learned.
12. People. Process. Profit. Taken from one of my new favorite shows, 'The Profit'
13. There are two keys to everything: happiness and consistency. To love, health, being an entrepreneur. You don't have to go HAM everyday, but you have to do something everyday. "You don't start out building a wall. You say I'm going to lay this brick as perfectly as a brick can be laid...and keep doing that everyday.' - Will Smith
14. Some of my ideas can get me sued. I'm sure my attorney appreciates this.
15. I hear 'No' less and less. I can't call if it means I'm actually hearing it from outside sources less, or if I am literally becoming deaf to the word, and doing shit anyway.
1. Anytime Crystal Washington posted on social media reminding me that while, yes, I'm in the room with some heavy hitters this year.....they are ALSO in the room with ME.
2. Spiritual/Energy reading with Adoma
3. Chilling at Skidmore College after my Black History Month presentation, with the students. I LOVE speaking at colleges and universities. It's my sweet spot.
4. Cab ride with Airis, Stephanie, and Sonya in Cape Town, to Table Mountain. Driver was CRUNK!
5. My breakdowns in front of the Tribe. Firstly, with the women of India Nomadnessx 2014, finally letting go of everything from 2013. Secondly, about family issues at the Tribe Thanksgiving Dinner.
6. Cousin Danijah's engagement party. Was dope to be in the club with family, including Grandma. Excited to have Parisians in the family.
7. Almost literally, and definitely figuratively, running into Caesar at Barnes & Noble. Then....our subsequent hours worth of conversations about all life's wonders that's happened since then.
8. Getting my taxes done.
9. Getting new homeopathic remedy.
10. Visiting Rudi's grave with Fedler.
11. Ashley's Wedding. Danielle's Wedding.
12. Nomadness 3 Year Anniversary Party...being in a position to fly the whole team into NYC for the celebration meant the world to me.
13. Meeting Rene @ownbyfemme and vibing with her. She’s been a hair and girl crush for awhile. I stayed professional. Great spirit.
14. William Middleton bolting like a bat out of hell into the Pamplona arena to run with the bulls on Barcelona Nomadnessx 2014 Trip.
15. That first meal with Darrick in Barcelona…and everything subsequently.
16. Dee pulling me to the side at the Tribe BBQ and politely digging in my ass.
17. Getting invited into the home of Danny Simmons and seeing all the art he's collected. So dope. I adore this man (and his help).
18. Dinner with Ashlea Pope, at Art Basel
19. Watching Stephanie O’Conner in her element pulling off the Talib Kweli concert in Jo'Burg
20. Watching Airis teach a cooking class in Maboneng, South Africa randomly. Seeing my friends do what they love, through my forum, warms my heart in an indescribable way.
21. Night on the phone with Darrick, in which I found my spoken word journal from college, and he had me spitting for the first time in years.
22. Jillian pulling me to the side, and crying on a Jaipur street, thanking me for Nomadness bringing her to India for Holi.
23. Watching Michaela bungee jump from Orlando Towers in Soweto, and screaming 'NOMADNESS' on the way down.
24. Finding out we lost our first tribe member to a battle with cancer, while still coming home from India.
25. Going to Johannesburg's Mercedes Benz Fashion Week
26. Having a Tribe member post, revealing that she was diagnosed with only a year left to live. She wanted to know where we would travel to if all our affairs were in tact and $150,000 was available for the around the world journey. THIS.....is strength, and family.
27. Heart to heart convos with Leon Burks Jr.
28. Gifted Dave Chappelle and Erykah Badu tickets from Jean. 10 rows back from stage.
29. Getting a guided tour through Danny Simmon's African art collected house in Brooklyn.
30. Kevin Hart with Dad, Aunt Sharon, and Sarafina.
31. Phone call with Poogie.
Goals For 2015:
1. Get in the best shape of my life
2. Getting exactly who I want, and the sponsorship dollars needed to launch #NMDN and blowing everyone’s fucking brains open
3. Enter, and grow inside of a positive-creative-progressive-loving-respectful- fulfilling- nurturing relationship
4. Finish the book
5. Get '30 Lessons to 30' in print
6. Not leave that office until Travel Channel has signed me onto a show contract
7. Partnerships, partnerships, partnerships
8. Get repped by a major talent agency, giving me a manager/agent to get bookings on everything from shows, to travel news segments.
9. At least 12 paid speaking engagements
10. Acquire _____ in Cape Town, Johannesburg, and Thailand
11. Keep innovating Nomadness as more than a travel group. First up, New Year’s announcement video
12. App Out into the Universe, even if Beta
13. Skillshare courses up/marketed
15. Apply for TED
to be continued….. Let's go 2015! Thank you 2014 for being as dope as you were.
Shot by Pete Monsanto of FlyLifeImages
For me, one of the most jarring points about apartheid, were the dates. You're not allowed to take photos or video on the inside of Johannesburg's Apartheid Museum, so I was unable to capture the emotional reactions of everyone that went on the Nomadness trip.
Going in as a group, we were immediately split into 'Whites' and 'Non-Whites' via a label you were given along with your receipt. From the door, you were slammed with the reality of what it was like living in South Africa from the 1940s to the 90s.
Yes. Including the 1990s.
I was born in '84. 30 years old.
All I could think of was how the dates I was reading while going through the museum were primarily in the 80s and 90s. From Mandela's release and death, to the switch in political parties, I couldn't escape the fact that this is my generation's story. This is South Africa's story. This is my story. This is our story.
Please enjoy the second episode documenting the South Africa Nomadness Crew's journey through the timeline of apartheid, streets of Soweto, and commemoration of the life of Nelson Mandela.
Johannesburg based Nomadness Travel Tribe member, Michelle takes us to South Africa's capital, Pretoria and speaks on what it was like growing up during apartheid. The Tribe journeys to the Mandela House, Apartheid Museum, and overlooks Soweto while breathing in the poignant history of this part of South Africa. http://www.nomadnesstv.com @nomadnesstribe
For the first installment of the Nomadness Travel Tribe's journey to South Africa in 2014, we enter the creative, developing, urban center of Maboneng. The Tribe stayed at Curiocity Backpackers Hostel, in Maboneng, while in Johannesburg. Meet the 22 year old creator of the hostel, as well be introduced to what makes this neighbor a Johannesburg must see.
Continuing on learning about the first hand stories from 2009 tsunami survivors, the Tribe had a chance to sit down with their driver, Lini. He opened up about that day, from the earthquake, to what it was like losing his two children. In their honor, we tell Samoa's story because it definitely wasn't covered in the US. Nomadness would like to send a heartfelt thank you to everyone we engaged with on this trip, staff at the Taufua Beach Fales, and everyone who lost their lives in the tsunami. Stay up Samoa. We love you. #nomadness
'Did you cancel your trip?' - Other
'No. Why would I do that?' - Me
'Well, I mean all the Ebola in Africa. Are you sure they will let you back in the country when you return?' - Other
'Why wouldn't they?'- Me.
'Because it's Africa.'- Other
At this point in the conversation, I was toying with the voice on the other side of my receiver. My questions, as answers, were navigating them down a hallway whose only light at the end of the tunnel, was their ignorance. Each of my twenty-seven members on our Nomadness South Africa trip had a similar run in, if not multiple, before boarding the plane to Johannesburg. The closer the trip, the louder the roar of objection, uneducated concern, and country wide frenzy. It felt as if all of America knew we were going to Africa, and all had something to say about it.
It pissed me off.
It pissed me off because the same people who contacted me with their own version of concern, also have watched me navigate the world for the better part of a decade both alone and with Nomadness members over the last three years. They watched me effectively 'treat' the case of Dengue Fever I caught backpacking between Thailand and Cambodia. They watch me, more than quarterly a year, bring no less than a dozen people to various countries all around the world. I'm not a travel 'know it all', but I am in regards to my family. I'm not above knowing concern came from love, yet not blind enough to see the lack of research done before approaching me with it.
I am one thing.
But...my Tribe is another. As our private group conversations started I witnessed a therapy session, an emotional ventilation system coming from all of us about the pre-reactions to our trip from family, friends, co-workers, etc...
I pose a rhetorical question in the title of this piece.
Why Nomadness still took 27 members to South Africa while America was ebola obsessed. It answers its own question. Because we were going to South Africa. We were no where near any infected regions, and if the CDC was ok with Johannesburg and Cape Town, well shit then, so was I.
First off, I hate the fear mongering. As a traveler it is my number one pet peeve on the planet. People suck the news dry and then spit it out, verbatim, with the speed of a late night infomercial going over shipping and handling costs. Like, I can't. And, I won't. Nomadness won't. Not as long as I run it.
I was pissed because for so many of us this was our first trip to AFRICA, the continent. I have been building myself up for years, through heavy trips, to get myself mentally prepared for what the emotional reaction was going to be once I landed on the Motherland. And, in a way...I felt it was tainted. I feel it was, even just a little bit, tainted for everyone in my group that felt they had to defend where they were going, why they were going, and why they felt the need to go now.
Don't do that.
We went because it was our time, to have our experience, in this place. We went because we educated ourselves on the proper precautions and knew that there was, in fact, nothing to worry about in South Africa. We went because we are people who live lives of 'doing', and not people who live lives of 'fearing'. We went because we don't vacation, we travel damnit. We need a trip like we need oxygen, and it doesn't make us weird or better than anyone else. We went because we knew the noise wasn't going to stop. And, frankly, we went because we already paid for that s#!t. ;-)
Then something surprising happened. The noise did stop, once we left the States. No one is worried about, nor talking about, ebola in South Africa. It isn't a second thought. It was so freeing to be in a place where the thing you love isn't the focal point of misrepresented fear distribution. Disconnected from the news. Even with a stellar TMobile international plan, disconnected from the people who questioned (or were even silently enraged about) our trip. It was just....everything.
Fear. Easily one of the most powerful feelings in the emotional spectrum.
What has it stopped you from doing today?
Here is the first episode recapping our trip to South Africa, showing what it DIDN'T stop in my group. I offer you a viewing to get introduced to one of the Top 3 best trips of my life. DOn't worry. You can't catch ebola from watching! Here is The Nomadness Project: Curiocity in Maboneng... introducing Johannesburg.