How does one begin to describe the most perfect trip in which everything happened as it was supposed to, all arrangements were flawless, the service, the camps, the people were wonderful and graceful, the vistas were jaw dropping, the guides outstanding, and the animals and birds simply stunning?
This was my wife Terry’s first trip to Africa, whereas I had lived in Botswana for 3 years in the 1970s and I’d travelled widely.
What is it that so fascinates and draws us to Africa? At first glance it is so alien to us, but Terry soon recognized it and I remember it from before. There is a sense of familiarity to it that goes way back into our early history, a pricking that tells us this is where we first began, and all but the most jaded feel a sense of what a precarious existence and adventure it was for those first hominids. We recognize it still in the prey animals whose life is basically feed all day, survive the night, do it again tomorrow, and breed before you die. It’s not so different for the predators.