We jostled and rattled in the car barreling down the dirt road leaving a tail of tan-red dust floating in the air like fog behind us. My guide tapped me diverting my attention from the passing Savannah to the road up ahead, the rendezvous point with my contact. On the horizon, getting closer by the second, was a woman standing in an old Land Rover, waving.
My guide idled the car long enough for me to collect my luggage before tearing off again. The woman in the Land Rover jumped down and stuck...