Before sunrise, a man called through our tent with a “good morning” light enough not to capitalize or punctuate with an exclamation mark. His was the most polite wake up call you’d ever heard, as he carried freshly steeped tea and a tin of biscuit cookies into our tent to perk us up before our… Read More Tales from Safari: Ain’t no shame in my game [walk]
Apollo loaded the four of us into a riverboat the same size as a short bus, with a quiet, round man at the motor in the back. Apollo stood at the helm, facing us, and told us to keep our arms and legs inside the boat. A desperate stooge needing to be funny and validated,… Read More Tales from Safari: Searching for a port in an actual, real-life, torrential storm
Laura and Andy are archetypal British characters, but I swear I didn’t make them up. They exist in real life. They are tidy and proper, with amusing highbrow accents that had me laughing with delight at literally everything they said. Yes, they were quite clever and funny, but if I’m honest, I probably laughed too… Read More Tales from Safari: When ignoring mythical heroes
I’m currently sitting at an outdoor desk, carved of wood by on-site carpenters. It’s ornate but functional, the kind of desk that begs you to start your goddamn novel. To have great ideas, powered by the occasional menacing snort of the hippo. A loud, annoying insect terrorist won’t leave me alone. I just want to… Read More Tales from Safari: It’s hot out here for a wimp
