Have you ever noticed how it isn’t the big and obvious things that usually get you? You can dodge them, usually. But, little things, subtle things… They sneak up on you without warning and slay you every time. Like the tiny virus that throws you mercilessly recumbent in bed for days, too weak to write or read your blog post…
I have found in my travels throughout the world that some places lend themselves more to this kind of paradox. They lull you into believing that you have absorbed and mastered the Great Adventure, when, lurking in the depths of the small and subtle, the real adventure is about to sneak up behind you and slam you in the head. Africa is such a place. You look skeptical. Africa? The grand landscape, home of lions and tigers? Well, let me tell you a story…
I have found in my travels throughout the world that some places lend themselves more to this kind of paradox. They lull you into believing that you have absorbed and mastered the Great Adventure, when, lurking in the depths of the small and subtle, the real adventure is about to sneak up behind you and slam you in the head. Africa is such a place. You look skeptical. Africa? The grand landscape, home of lions and tigers? Well, let me tell you a story…
