Last day of Safari sadness

Betterinthebush said:

I managed four hours of sleep last night. And it wasn’t restful. There’s a heavy burden of dread bearing down on me. The inevitable day is upon me finally and I could no more escape it than I can stop the sun from rising in 3 hours.

I’m sitting here in camp listening to wild Africa conduct business as usual on this early morning. Crocks snapping their jaws closed followed by a rolling splash in the river mere yards from where I sit sends shivers down my spine and raises goosebumps on an already chilly night. A spotted hyena is whooping and calling not more than a mile from me (no doubt wondering why my bait station he’s been raiding hasn’t been restocked). And way, way off a king is sending out a message for everyone to hear. Powerfully reminding everything and everyone who the real and rightful owner of the ground is that he’s allowing me to trespass into.

For all the excitement and anticipation of leaving for safari, this feels like the exact opposite. So much has happened on this hunt and to me as a person while I’ve been here.

I will soak in this last day. I will bathe in Africas glory of sights, sounds and smells. I will desperately try to somehow slow down time. I will fail, of course, but I will return. That is a genuine comfort. In the meantime until then, I can smile on so much happenings in such a brief time that I’ve been a guest here.

I’ve walked with a king. And I’ve been given an invitation to do so again.

My most sincere hope is that everyone who wishes to do so experience a like moment of profound sadness to leave something or someplace just like they found it and to look forward to a reunion.

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Betterinthebush said:

I managed four hours of sleep last night. And it wasn’t restful. There’s a heavy burden of dread bearing down on me. The inevitable day is upon me finally and I could no more escape it than I can stop the sun from rising in 3 hours

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Betterinthebush said:

I managed four hours of sleep last night. And it wasn’t restful. There’s a heavy burden of dread bearing down on me. The inevitable day is upon me finally and I could no more escape it than I can stop the sun from rising in 3 hours.

I’m sitting here in camp listening to wild Africa conduct business as usual on this early morning. Crocks snapping their jaws closed followed by a rolling splash in the river mere yards from where I sit sends shivers down my spine and raises goosebumps on an already chilly night. A spotted hyena is whooping and calling not more than a mile from me (no doubt wondering why my bait station he’s been raiding hasn’t been restocked). And way, way off a king is sending out a message for everyone to hear. Powerfully reminding everything and everyone who the real and rightful owner of the ground is that he’s allowing me to trespass into.

For all the excitement and anticipation of leaving for safari, this feels like the exact opposite. So much has happened on this hunt and to me as a person while I’ve been here.

I will soak in this last day. I will bathe in Africas glory of sights, sounds and smells. I will desperately try to somehow slow down time. I will fail, of course, but I will return. That is a genuine comfort. In the meantime until then, I can smile on so much happenings in such a brief time that I’ve been a guest here.

I’ve walked with a king. And I’ve been given an invitation to do so again.

My most sincere hope is that everyone who wishes to do so experience a like moment of profound sadness to leave something or someplace just like they found it and to look forward to a reunion.

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Betterinthebush said:

I managed four hours of sleep last night. And it wasn’t restful. There’s a heavy burden of dread bearing down on me. The inevitable day is upon me finally and I could no more escape it than I can stop the sun from rising in 3 hours.

I’m sitting here in camp listening to wild Africa conduct business as usual on this early morning. Crocks snapping their jaws closed followed by a rolling splash in the river mere yards from where I sit sends shivers down my spine and raises goosebumps on an already chilly night. A spotted hyena is whooping and calling not more than a mile from me (no doubt wondering why my bait station he’s been raiding hasn’t been restocked). And way, way off a king is sending out a message for everyone to hear. Powerfully reminding everything and everyone who the real and rightful owner of the ground is that he’s allowing me to trespass into.

For all the excitement and anticipation of leaving for safari, this feels like the exact opposite. So much has happened on this hunt and to me as a person while I’ve been here.

I will soak in this last day. I will bathe in Africas glory of sights, sounds and smells. I will desperately try to somehow slow down time. I will fail, of course, but I will return. That is a genuine comfort. In the meantime until then, I can smile on so much happenings in such a brief time that I’ve been a guest here.

I’ve walked with a king. And I’ve been given an invitation to do so again.

My most sincere hope is that everyone who wishes to do so experience a like moment of profound sadness to leave something or someplace just like they found it and to look forward to a reunion.

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