It has been many years since I travelled through Africa.
I grew up reading Daktari,
then watching the TV series of the same name.
I read everything to do with George and Joy Adamson,
Elsa the lioness,
and Born Free.
I was first in line at the cinema to watch the movie.
The soundtrack still brings tears to my eyes.
Now go buy the whole movie – it is a classic and worth having at home.
I was obsessed with anything that drew a picture, for me, of that mysterious continent.
At school my projects were about the Kalahari Bushmen,
or the Sahara.
The television was quickly turned to Tarzan after school,
or to watch the Sunday afternoon feature movie, especially when Tarzan the Apeman was on.
From a small child to adulthood I gathered and hoarded The Phantom comic books and novels.
With a tiny torch I would haul them out at night and treasure each word, each drawing, each adventure.
The place I headed for when I left for my big OE was – yes – Africa.
I arrived in Johannesburg at 1.30 am.
The airport was closing.
I was 30 minutes from the city.
I was alone.
My hotel had given away my room.
I couldn’t have been happier.
For months I travelled through countries I had dreamed about.
I smelled the dirt, tasted the rains, listened to wind as it brought the old tales with it.
Africa was – and will always be a love affair for me.
The earth, the people, the animals.
When I found this video – it sang to me of a time of adventure.
It also sang to the part of me that feels a kinship with the creatures I share this world with.
So I wanted to share the video – and hopefully the feeling with you.