Why I like living in Africa
Trip Start
May 25, 2005
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I had stepped outside to catch the sun. It was a cold day in Pretoria. Snow was falling in Bloemfontein and this was no joke. The sun had caught one corner of the courtyard and I had four minutes until I had to be back inside. Time to catch myself, my thoughts and enjoy the simple peace.
As I stood huddled, warming my back, my arms folded against my chest, I looked at the plant pots, full of greenery even at this time of year. And then the lizard skittered away to a new hidy hole where the sun may provide a little more energy for its vulnerable body.
And that's why I like living in Africa.
No matter where you turn, there are lizards. And for whatever reason, it always makes me smile. It's survival of those who are the fittest I suppose.
As I stood huddled, warming my back, my arms folded against my chest, I looked at the plant pots, full of greenery even at this time of year. And then the lizard skittered away to a new hidy hole where the sun may provide a little more energy for its vulnerable body.
And that's why I like living in Africa.
No matter where you turn, there are lizards. And for whatever reason, it always makes me smile. It's survival of those who are the fittest I suppose.



