Why I Go to Africa and Why I Love it 2/13

by david on July 9, 2018

Reason 2/13

The concerto of sounds and the darkness of the night are a reminder of the uncertainty of what can happen in Africa. Not knowing what is just beyond the light sets one’s sense on high alert. Is there something waiting to take a bite out of me or stomp me into a gooey mess? There most assuredly is. Nothing like a little danger to make you feel alive. Not that Africa is too dangerous to go visit — it is absolutely not. It is merely the presence of the large and predatory animals that keep me on my toes. I feel the same uneasiness in a strange city in any area locals are not supposed to go unescorted. Thankfully, I am escorted here by some of the best people I know, but my rifle still accompanies me most everywhere I go. I guess my Boy Scout training to be prepared is deeply ingrained into my psyche.

 

Sans the two insects too close to the camera. not a bad night time picture. Perfect night in camp. Just a sliver of a moon guarantees the game is not feeding at night and will be moving the next morning. Sans the two insects too close to the camera. not a bad night time picture. Perfect night in camp. Just a sliver of a moon guarantees the game is not feeding at night and will be moving the next morning.

 

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