I’m sorry Africa. I have no plans to visit you on this initial adventure, this is for many reasons. The primary one being that I’m travelling on my own, or as I like to call it; with Tonto. As much as I trust Tonto to use his instincts to look after me, he has much to learn before we take this road together.
Africa is a tagine of peril with chunks of adventure lying beside slithers of awe, and I’ll be totally honest, I’d want/need a trustworthy sidekick to watch my back upon the dusty road. I’m by no means casting aspersions on the good nature of the continents residents, I’ve seen ‘Hotel Rwanda’ so I know there are some good people there but I also know there are veins of evil in them thhherrre laaands. Forgive the pointless attempt at the Bristol accent, must be something to do with farmers.
I vow to visit Africa one day, I’d love to spend a few months travelling by jeep in homage to my friend Hannah’s mum who recorded an epic journey from South Africa to Yorkshire, England with her comrades, Rog the husband and Zebedee the jeep (as you can see here). So in a way, I guess we can call the initial trip a recruitment drive for that sidekick I need. All applicants please keep an eye on the site, and meet me in the relevant place for an interview. Young, female, Scandinavian and vibrantly artistic preferred. There is no such thing as equal opportunity where I’m going.
[Last updated 23rd April 2007]
