Live with the wind in your hair.

Picture this:

The sun is hanging orange in the sky, at that perfect point of not-yet-beginning-to-set; when the day's haze begins to feel a little bit magical.

Sailing through the African planes on a road not quite going anywhere with the gas and gears at your finger tips, the wind in your hair, and passing mud houses and cattle hearding and children laughing and running after you and waving.

Picture riding as fast (or slow) as you want on the front of a friend's motercycle they just happened to decide to lend you for the afternoon so you could joy ride in the outskirts in Northern Ghana... ;)