My cousin went on a safari in Zambia and his tales have ignited my wanderlust. Apparently Zambia is the place to go. I’ve wanted to go on a safari ever since I was in middle school and picked Kenya as my country to report on for Social Studies. My intense interest was renewed after college when I lived with a Kenyan who used to take people on safari. Once an elephant charged him, but not for long. They’re not really dedicated to the charge. Elephants can pretty much just fake it and scare people.
Here’s the thing. All of my generous travel partners are gone. They’ve coupled up or babied up or are just done with their wayward ways. But I need some travel! You might wonder why I don’t just pick up and go. Hello? I’m a writer. This is not the land of milk and honey. It’s the land of late nights with words and long days ignoring bill collectors.
But, here’t the deal, I’m a great travel partner. Ask anyone who’s sponsored me. (I have a long list of references available upon request.) I go with the flow. I’m a great navigator. I know some sneaky travel tricks. I’m creative and adventuresome. I’ll eat anything and go anywhere. I’m easy with the locals and when in Rome I do as the Romans. I know fun card games and I’m not a chatterbox. I don’t get sick or cranky.
Well, that one time I got stung by a…well, I’m not sure what it was, but it was wasp-like, and I had a weird reaction to it. It flew up my pants and stung my leg while I was on a toilet in a castle-hotel in Ireland where we had stayed the night before. We were on our way out and I was making a last pit-stop in the lobby. I weaved out of the bathroom to the front desk, swelling and woozy, and explained that I’d been stung and felt weird. The people in the hotel were like, “ok, well, buh-bye.” Uh, could I have some ice and maybe an aspirin? And suppose you think about putting some screens on your windows. Sheesh.
That was a fun trip. Oh, how I miss the travel. My passport has been expired for 2 years now! Help.
messiestobjects said,
January 21, 2007 at 3:10 pm
Well, I’m going to Thailand on friday… you’re welcome to come along. I need someone to lead my blind ass back to my hotel after I get my eyes cut open anyway.
Jenn said,
January 21, 2007 at 3:28 pm
I’ll give you everything but the navigator part. That I am going to have to disagree with, although you ARE very convincing.
julieluongo said,
January 21, 2007 at 3:32 pm
Haha! I wondered if I could slip that past anyone. I’m good in tandem. Although Montreal was confusing at first. Oest? Est? Which way are we going? A-der.
julieluongo said,
January 21, 2007 at 4:46 pm
Right on, MO. I’m an excellent escort to the low-visioned. Book it. Oh, and I’ll need some cash to get the passport stuff squared away this week… You in for NY passport office then Korean BBQ?
Matt Lesoine said,
January 22, 2007 at 10:42 am
Well everyone else we know is coming along to Germany this spring. You’re more than welcome to attend the festivities as well. Just like they say at the Snydersville Hotel, “There’s always room for one more…”