Going on safari in South Africa was hardcore but a lot of fun - though my friend Maura was absolutely freaking out about all the bugs in her hair and having to pee in the sand.
What I remember the most really was just running wild there. Barefooted, swimming in dirty lakes, selling fruit, picking mango trees, hoping not to get caught because they don't take kindly to thieves in Africa.
Serengeti Trek Vacation Bible School 05, where kids are wild about God!.
The elemental simplicities of wilderness travel were thrills. They represented complete freedom to make mistakes. The wilderness gave those rewards and penalties, for wise and foolish acts against which civilization has built a thousand buffers.
I spent my 16th birthday high as a kite, jumping out of a tree topless in my local park just because it felt amazing hitting the ground.
We traveled for two weeks with a pickled hippo.
Once I was chased by the king of all scorpions. I have the most notorious animal stories.
I think true wilderness can still be found, but it's hard to reach and dangerous when you get there, which is probably why it still exists.
