Maybe it is because I am going back to Africa in October but I seem to be thinking a lot about my previous trips there. As I was cleaning (read: shovelling out) my bedroom I found this journal entry I wrote while having a cold beer after my first encounter with the Mountain Gorillas. This…
Remembering the worse travel experience. There we were two women alone in the wilds of Africa with some twit trying to rip us off. Don’t worry, it all ends well 🙂 There were gorillas and drinks and wonderful Uganda!
We came off the plane into a wall of moist heat, forcing us to gasp for air. Our sweat mixed with the red Serengeti dust that still clung to our skin, creating a slick coat of mud. Seven days on safari in northern Tanzania had us in dire need of some mindless R&R and we were hoping to find it on a Zanzibar beach.
Everyone seems to love doing a bucket list and, as per usual, I have avoided it. Though I have referenced it on occasion there isn’t an actual list. Which begs the question, why is the Crone now doing one?