So that’s it. We left Africa.
It sucks.
I must honestly say that the week we sent in Sabin Sands as a guest (albeit well paying) of the guys at Savannah camp and Leopard Hills were basically the greatest days that I have ever been privileged to experience with my beautiful wife. So many times we would turn to each other as we bounced down some track as Dangerous Dave or Greg floored their flatbed Rover with one hand and manned the radio with the other, and we would look at each other and just laugh because we were so lucky, so lucky to be in that special place where everything was simply perfect.
I know it isn’t something you can just go do tomorrow … Hell, we want to go back but can’t see it happening for years… But a good safari is the greatest thing I can ever imagine anyone doing.
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby in Dubai uploading photos and drinking beer that, thanks to the Amazingly strong Aussie dollar, isn’t that expensive, and thinking about the flight I am taking to Madrid in 5 hours (Skye has been asleep for 3 hours now) and I still cannot wipe the smile from my face as i think of leopards and lions and mongoose and hippos… Of the African bush down below, of the elephants invading our backyard the kudu that came up to the window of our last room an hour before we left and peered in at Skye as I was out with Dangerous Dave futiley trying to track a water buffalo…
It is amazing.
