Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Packing for an African Safari

I can't believe we are leaving in a few days for Africa.  We booked this safari nine months ago which means I have had nine months to fret, worry, second-guess our decision and feel guilty over the expense.  Yikes!

"Oh, blah, blah, blah.  You know once you see that first elephant all your anxieties will go away."

I hope Mimi's right.

Packing has been a challenge.  I am limited to one small duffle bag and a daypack.  I'm cheating a bit on the daypack.  My backpack is almost as big as my duffle.  But seriously?  How on earth am I supposed to carry binoculars, a camera, a jacket, sunscreen, insect repellent, bottled water, a journal and all those other "feminine" ten essentials in a tiny little daypack?

The new polyester fabrics used in hiking clothes have made my wardrobe decisions easy, however.  I am taking only four wash and wear outfits.  These outfits will see me through two weeks in Europe, two weeks on safari and two weeks traveling solo in Tanzania and Zanzibar while my travel buddy is climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro.  I'll handwash them at night and they'll be dry the next morning.

"Yeah, and you'll be sick to death of them by the time you get back."

She's right again.

And so I have promised myself a shopping spree in Zanzibar.  I plan on putting away all the khaki that last week and buying a bold patterned kaftan and colorful beaded sandals while I'm there.  If I survive, that is.  What if I get eaten by a lion?  Or ebola jumps the border?  I'm taking malaria pills, but what if I get dengue fever?

"Oh, blah, blah, blah.  Just go already."

My map of Africa is lacking push pins.  That vast continent has been sorely neglected by me and my travel buddy.   

See you in October with lots of photographs and lots of new adventures to write about.  Blah, blah, blah.


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