We passed through Customs and Immigration without hearing any surreptitious whispers of ‘Your boys are here, Ma’ or ‘Happy weekend’. The trolleys stationed near the baggage carousels were there for us to use free of charge, and the wheels rolled

At the restaurant, we finished our drinks, ordered some more, and then some more. At last, we heard static coming from the public address system, followed by a barely audible voice. They were calling us to board. We headed for

There are six of us, all Baby Boomers, on this ‘no husbands, no children, no grandchildren’ end-of-year vacation to Senegal. We had considered Kenya/Zanzibar, Morocco, South Africa and Rwanda. In the end, the cost of plane tickets settled the matter