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"As I lay shivering in sweat, I could smell the lions as they circled my small tent roaring into the night, I wondered if they could smell me."
Where else in the world could you experience this, but in Africa. So much has been written about the continent—her majesty, her disparities and survival against all the odds. Shirli has lived and worked in Africa all her life and has a deep love for the continent. The great parks keep her entrenched on these shores, and she never grows tired of visiting them and learning more each time. The people, the animals, the places, the stories, is the stage of her tribe.
Then there is fear—a fear that grips you and your heart is beating loudly in your ears. These are the times when you realise the pure substance of your nature by handling it calmly or falling apart in panic. I have done both.
I curled up not moving a limb, realising that the thin plastic of my tent was hardly protection enough. My heart was beating, and my pillow by this stage was soaked, the more I sweated, I wondered if the lions could smell my fear.
I love ‘stuff’ that feels like the opening of a chapter to journeys and conversations. A beautiful flask already smelling of coffee and early mornings. Curated things for safaris, crafted with a timeless design, when ageing brings out the character.
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