In trying to
gather my thoughts of the holiday..
I’m having trouble tacking down the happenings.
And the men..
Paradise.
Experimentation. Surprises. Long talks. Short swims. An invisible lighthouse. Mayflies. Grueling overland travel.
The long
talks were up there.
Especially
with the Brit.
I never knew
where we were going to go with it.
But we
always circled back.
Having a
series of long discussions with someone with a mastery of the language is an
aphrodisiac after a long lull, having had subsisted so long on stilted half
conversations.
Of note.. A—,
N—, C—, C—, D—, B—, A—, and even M—..
Then again,
if you can transcribe everything you felt and all that happened, perhaps you were
paying too much attention, and enjoying yourself too little..
This holiday
definitely topped the last.
Even with
the overland madness.
Nevertheless,
a list of notable firsts (those I can recall, that is)...
Climbed my
first fence. Ever. (Cattle gates and corrals don't count).
An ambulance
ride, as a hike.
Witnessed
the madness of a mayfly swarm. As J
Folded to
peer pressure in taxi rate negotiation.
Slept in a
hostel (discounting the Belgian Nunnery – it had private rooms).
Broke a rule
in blatant disregard to serious repercussions. (I’m really quite straight-laced).
Spent half a month’s pay on a party dress. Happy belated birthday to
me.
Beheld thousands of years old rock paintings. (Your facsimiles were poor,
Field Museum)..
Traveled through a logging area for first time. Damn non-native pine species in eerie rows.
Wild eagles up close while straddling the bow on Lake Malawi.
Broke a terrible record. Enjoyed every minute of it.. Especially evening two.
Enjoyed a plate of greens mostly every night.. (Thanks, N—).
Enjoyed a plate of greens mostly every night.. (Thanks, N—).
New locales: Zambezi (Caprivi) Strip, Zambia, Malawi.
Now playing:
Idlewild | Outkast … on repeat: Morris Brown…