It was not until we found this camp that I became aware of what had happened to me in Africa. It had been happening daily, but my perceptions had been so blunted by civilized living and my sensitivity dulled by a glut of sensation and the rush of modern existence, that I had somewhere lost an appreciation of simplicity. All of a sudden I was seeing skies and noticing mountains, and appreciating animals and cataloguing the flowers that dot the yellowed, grassy plains of Africa. I was tabulating birdcalls and marvelling over the sheer drop of the rift and feeling good. I was conscious of the taste of food and the sharp impact of whiskey on a tired man, and the warmth of water in the canvas bathtub, and the wonder of dreamless sleep. I was getting up before dawn and loving it. I was desperately anxious to win the approval of the blacks who made up my safari team who never gave much of a damn about Presidents and Kings. I was feeling kind, and acutely alive, and very conscious of sun and moon, sky and breeze, and hot and cold... - Robert Ruark -
Posted on: Tue, 23 Jul 2013 13:52:07 +0000
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