Pale and in need of rest my brother and I arrived at TinTing towards the end of January. When we returned home three weeks later, we had gotten new friends among the guests, in the kitchen, around the campfire and on excursions, we had learned a lot about West Africa and tribal culture, gotten to know the bush, the water systems, several villages and a beautiful island with a horrendous history, and we had walked for miles along fabulous beaches and had fun swimming in the breakers. Mindfulness without the fees, relaxing in a hammock in the shade.
And we had a vacation that was so good that I happily would go back.