It's high noon, the showdown in the street. Or maybe its just your friends have dragged you to DSC convention Yesterday was amazing, so much to see, so much to lean, so much to absorb. But now, now its high noon and your at the outfitters table, checkbook in hand. You've had more advice than you can comprehend, but enough has sunk in that you're ready. Next year is far away. The days are weeks, the week months, the months years, but time passes.
At the airport finally you are just beginning to realize that you are awake, awake and alive like you have never been before. The paperwork is done, the gear is packed and on the airplane as you settle into a seat for the long ride. Long isn't the right term, forever seems closer to it.
The day turns to night the night into day, and as you look out the window there is land. Can't see and houses, can't see any towns, can't see any roads. Must be dreaming.
There is a huge city below and it grows in size as the plane looses altitude. You dreamed africa was a jungle, kinda like tarzan lives, but here is is huge modern city with car, telephones, electricity and everything.
Its just a short wait through the lines and there is pretty girl holding a sign with your name. You wave and in a flash the car stops at some place called afton house. Wow what great people meet you there. A snooze, a great meal, a short nights sleep and you're on the way again. Pinch yourself, are you awake or is it a dream?
As the travel ends, you're met by some guy called a PH, what the hell ever that is, maybe some sort of a PHD or something. Tere are black guys everywhere you look, dressed in green overalls. They grab your gear and show to to this little hut, Geez it even has weeds for a roof. The traveling has sapped you of any awakeness you thought you had, and sleep takes you to dreamland quickly.
You sleep, but at the same time you hear night sounds. Strange sounds, you've seen strange things today. Things are all new. Different trees, different animals, strange animals, strange country. New people, maybe its just a dream, but then again maybe you are finally living that dream. You are in africa. welcome.

need to go!

The last time my wife and I deplaned in Harare, it smelled like smoke the second we hit the jetway. I looked at her, and said it smelled like Africa. She knew exactly what I was talking about.
I can't wait to be back.

Been there, done that! Ready to go again soon!

Man, you nailed it. 108 days...I can't hardly wait.