Monday, January 30, 2012


Deciding where you want to go, when you want to go everywhere, is absolutely heart-wrenchingly impossible.

I have 6 weeks next summer, that's it. In between commitments to my family, loved ones and something I like to call a career has limited my summer to a very short 40 days. Which for most of you sounds like a travelers dream. But for me, someone who is used to 4 months or more to go off galavanting and exploring, 6 weeks feels like a week in Mexico.

So, where to go?

It's Africa. It's always Africa with me.

Africa has my heart. I don't know why, but there is something there that I don't understand, a way of carrying on, a way of interacting and a way of being that is so unlike me and yet so similar. I don't understand it, but I will spend my life trying to figure it out. I am drawn back to my heart's magnet - the dark continent.

Africa is huge, I have been to the North, East and West so it's time to hit the south. Pick a country, any country and I want to go. I'm severely torn right now between Botswana with the wildlife, the Okavango and the classic safari; Mozambique with its azure waters, off-the-beaten track wilderness and it's remoteness and Rwanda for its gorillas, the evidence of redemption and the cleanliness of a country that has outlawed plastic bags.

It depends, as always, on time and money. And availability of flights on points.

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