I write this missive from the veranda of the Lelapa Lodge in Madikwe.
It overlooks the South African safari bush. The air is redolent of desert rains, my soundtrack, the twittering, screeching and singing of over a thousand avian choristers, and much like the intrepid Hemingway, I write while tippling a lovely Stellenbosch sauvignon blanc.
I am, in two words, NOT WORTHY (of my good fortune).
Rather than go on and on, I’ll let my modest photographic offerings do the talking:
For more on our trip you can check out my fellow bloggers at Elise’s Ramblings and Jamie of I Am Not The Babysitter.