There are not enough words to describe Africa and what it did and meant to me, or the words are too trivial somehow. Africa is such a pulsing, living, colorful place and you cannot but be touched by it. It’s such a paradox of extreme sophistication and extreme innocence that I have not experienced anywhere else.

The sky is so big and so wide and the plains are so vast the eye sees forever and the colors are so rich and vibrant they are like new versions of the old familiar greens, reds, blues, yellows. The smell of burned charcoal, of woodsmoke permeats the air  -sometimes even out in the bush, and it’s richer more pungent than anywhere else.