Tanzania, February 22, 2003
Sean's feet stink can kill!
|When Sean first proposed this African adventure that we're currently on, he didn't say anything about this! He didn't mention a word about camping out in the bush for a week straight, without the benefits that four thousand years of civilization has brought to mankind.
He didn't say we'd have to make our own drinking water by hand-pumping it through a ceramic filter. He didn't say we'd be cooking pasta and sauce or sauce and pasta over an open flame on the back of a Land Rover. And he didn't say that I'd have to sleep in a tent the whole time.
Actually, all these things were not so bad, for I've done them all before when, each summer during school, my folks and I would drive around the USA, Mexico, and Canada with a tent and a smile.
It's the lack of the basics that really gets to me. The idea that I have to make a shower from a two liter water bottle and a bucket, bathing quickly before a hyena thinks I'll taste even better clean, or that for toilets, we'd get some toilet paper and a few low bushes to hide behind.
Worst of all, as we're out in the bush, I can't do the two things that give me the most pleasure while I travel through this life, a decent party-time and Internet access. Yeah, call me shallow, but I prefer the urban zoos full of animals on two legs to the National Parks full of animals on four legs.