Rugged Africa

I am here recalling our adventures thus far as I sit on the Zambezi River on a fold out chair under a great umbrella of shade created by a monkey filled tree. In my line of sight at the moment I can see and hear 5 hippos and last night a mamma and baby meandered out of the river and up the bank no more than 15 yards from our campsite while we sat and ate dinner. I was utterly terrified. I am the only volunteer here, so the rest of the group are native to Zimbabwean and seasoned in all things Africa. I would have liked to enjoy the majesty of the scene a bit more but the fear that gripped me was unshakeable. I prayed long and hard last night that no beasts would attack our tent while we slept and now that that prayer has been answered I feel a little more at peace with the situation. It is quite an honor to be here, and especially on my second day in Zimbabwe!