‘Wild Camping,’ that is. (and yes, perhaps the latter- too.)
In trying to copy my father’s song writing TALENT, we thought we would give you an inside look to a ‘few of our favorite things’ here in Spain.
We all bounded down the village streets weaving between the massive numbers of Spaniards with an unbelievable aura surrounding us. The night was illuminated with lanterns that crisscrossed above us, music that pounded throughout our body and the smells of street tapas and fair food lingering in the thickness of the nights air.
“Working here must be so magical.”
From which I say, (with an ever-so slightly painted on smile) “Yes, its fabulous….truly an experience.”
This is what happens when you get too comfortable. This is what happens you forget the mentality of the name. This is, my friends, what happens when you start. thinking. she’s. ‘invincible.’
Not a soul knew of our 57 hour journey back home…. and I was ready to implode with anticipation as it bubbled right up and over me. Ray and I had just finished the longest lay-over-tasic’ trek of our lives and it finally all came down to this moment.
….good thing ‘SAFARI’ in Kiswahili means ‘to take a journey;’ and a JOURNEY we indeed did take…..
I will never forget this day. I will never forget what I felt.
We were all bouncing along the main drag like little rag dolls in the ‘dust-mobile’ through Pangani, a village just 4kms away from Mkoma Bay……..
One of the tastiest treats to grace to awaiting palate with is a deep-fried treat called Samosa!
Wednesday, January 18th (Somewhere in the Indian Ocean): I think it was just over 3 hours in….Just about the half way point when we couldn’t see land on either side.
I was struggling to see some sliver of a horizon between the gaps of the frazzled forest green tarp that was tied around us to stop sea water from splashing in. My legs were sore from being crumpled in the the same position on the bench for hours and my arms burned from clinging to a pole as I braced against the constant rocking of the waves. But not all of us were up-right. You couldn’t see the the boat floor as it was strewn with different colored silks from the Tanzanian women that were ill with sea sickness.