It’s hard to believe that in a matter of months, I’ll be stuffing the bear essentials into a backpack and flying to Africa. To be perfectly honest, I’m absolutely terrified, but I’m also more excited than I have ever been about anything before in my entire life. I do a happy dance every time I think about it. That, or sit on the floor, put my head between my knees while my stomach behaves like a washing machine, then in a vain attempt to overcome that inherent and biological self-preservation reflex, give myself a hearty pep-talk until the panic passes.
Yes, if it comes down to it, I’m certain I’ll be able to make myself big and scary enough to shoo away hungry lions. Yes, if I succumb to altitude sickness on Kilimanjaro, I will be able to replace the bodily fluids and muster myself together to forge ahead. Yes, when I’m lost, don’t know north from south, I …. well, I hope that I’ll find someone patient enough to struggle through my terrible French or terribly lacking Swahili to point me in the right direction, (“A la gauche ou a la droite?“) and yes, I will get a map this time. (I’ve realized that my acclimatization to the location of the sun will be completely messed up on the other side of the equator…)
I’ve begun the vaccinations that are starting to make me feel like a petri dish, continued the cardio and core training for the Kili climb… and have been reading up on some of the countries I’ll be visiting…
Now it’s just a matter of getting there… and getting from place to place… No biggy. 3 months is plenty of time!
The wildebeests by Kilimanjaro is from FreeHDWallpapers.com