By Just a Pack contributor Amy Benson I’d read before coming that meat was a big deal, had steeled myself for potential hunger, awkward encounters, wider hips. Had attempted to comfort my previously pescatarian, juice-obsessed self with the idea that it would be fresh, free roaming, grass fed – that the African version of myself, steeped in pink sunsets and newly barefoot, wouldn’t mind. Botswana exports only two things to…
Health/ Travel/ Veganism
Overcoming Africa’s Flesh Fetish: How A Vegan Diet Saved My Peace Corps Service
