Staying at the Kicheche camps under canvas promises to be about as close as you can get to the beasts of the big cat world. The Masai Mara is somewhere I have wanted to go for many many years, so within minutes of reading David's email I was online to my bank, calculator in hand. It was do-able. But to be honest with myself, if it wasn't do-able, I would have fiddled the figures for however long it took to make sure it was. I discussed it with Ant, replied to David and told myself I would sleep on it until the weekend. The weekend of course came very early that week (Monday I believe!) and before I knew it booking forms were being completed, money was being transferred and I was sporting a grin similar to those worn by kids on Christmas morning. The agonising countdown had begun.
I've recently noticed that middle-age is no longer a speck on the horizon... my mind is seizing up, my body is seeking it's revenge and I can no longer claim ignorance for my faults. Thankfully my typing is improving and the time I spend at the computer is increasing, so I thought it was time I swapped my paper journals for a more modern method.
Friday, 10 December 2010
40 days and 40 nights to go!
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