Survival update: Alive and kicking in the African sun

A very quick update on the run as I am late for, yes, a safari.  But I felt obliged to write a quick something-something in mass response to the various “Are you alive?” emails and texts I have received (mainly as a result of teaching my mother how to use a computer before I left Australia).

I managed to survive the last couple of extended days in Buenos Aires, mainly thanks to unbelievable friends Manuel Weeks and Tristan Stevens, both of whom flew in from separate countries… and to two kind and selfless Americans (cue oxymoron jokes).  My impression of Americans has been extended and I dare say improved thanks to their generosity and hospitality.

Besides the odd storm in Cape Town with winds in excess of 200 kilometres per hour (which my plane flew through), my luck seems to be turning around.  I’m now about to drive into the wild for my first safari, despite having no driver’s license, no credit card, no idea who the seven people I’ll be sharing with are, and a vague idea about safety with wild animals.  For once, surely, nothing can go wrong.