The Northern Ireland sun struggled to penetrate through the clouds, stopping just short of the rusty bus with a sigh of regret, as though too tired to continue any farther. As the vehicle made its way down the dirt path, I clung to my seat with one hand, the other holding a book, trying to ignore the bumping and rattling. A visit with an oracle of the elven king, on the Giant's Causeway, Northern Ireland

I made it to Nigeria! It was no small feat. The adventure began the day before I was supposed to leave when I badly chipped my front tooth on a hard cracker. Thank you to Dr. Gregory Mark and his team for seeing me late on a Friday afternoon and fixing me up.