This month I’ve spent more time outside of Zurich than in it, but two weeks in Africa is something you have to do before you die. Since I could be hit by a tram any day now, I left for Africa as soon as I could, purportedly to go to a design conference but in reality to have the best time of my life in another country ever (if you ignore that party I had three years ago in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan). If I had the time to write a saga like the one I did for Colorado, I would, but the time’s passed faster than ever since I turned thirty, so let me put it this way… I saw elephants and zebras and lions and hippos, I learned about toilet paper trees and shampoo bushes, I rode in a safari truck across the savannah Indiana Jones style, I bargained for trinkets with Zulu natives, I pet an ostrich, photographed penguins, hiked to the top of Table Mountain, was blessed by a witch doctor, held hands with a township child, saw Nelson Mandela’s cell on Robben Island, and I looked out over the edge of beauty and forever at the Cape of Good Hope. You can see all of my images from South Africa here.
