My Song of Africa
“If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers...”
“If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers...”
It all began 10 years ago with Paris. A love affair so grand, it changed my life irrevocably... and forever.
A sacred day of stillness, solitude and silence in the island paradise of Bali.
Lian goes off the beaten track to meet a fascinating and disappearing civilization in the highlands of Papua, Indonesia.