Thoughts from the African wilderness
Have you ever had the sheer pleasure of just lying down under a big, old, shady tree with some grass as your mattress and your trails backpack as your pillow, closing your eyes and dozing off to the sounds of the African bush?
Have you ever felt the soothing coolness of the gentle current of a river as you step into it after a day’s good walking along ancient, dusty pathways that wend their way through pure wilderness?
Have you ever slowly walked across a floodplain at sunrise and run your hand through the dropseed grass as it glows gold in the rising light and the promise of a new day?
Have you ever woken up to the eerie whoop of a hyena in the creeping darkness, and just lain still in your sleeping bag as the mystery of the African night embarrassed you?
Have you ever been so close to a wild African elephant on foot that you can’t help but stare into its wise and beautiful, hazelnut-coloured eyes, as time seems to stand still and life takes on a more natural, authentic and wild meaning?
If not, then, my friends, you have not lived …
