The second instalment in the series continues in much the same vein as before. The author strikes out with only the most modest of itineraries, trusting that the god of good fortune will smile down upon him once more. Both that, and a well-honed intuition, see him volunteering in France at the end of a northern summer, following several months trekking through tracts of Southern and Central Africa in the drier southern winter months.
During his subsequent return the following year, he meets a young Dutch lady at a lodge where they are both volunteers. He convinces her to continue with him to Zimbabwe and onwards to Botswana, the prelude to further intuitive adventures�
Raised in Zimbabwe, Africa, I have an affinity for the continent and its complexities.
I travelled quite extensively in the last decade which has informed my travel writing. You'll find a particular focus on Turkey, Southern Europe and Africa.
Perhaps as a consequence of being a person of many parts I've struggled to settle down in my adult life. Ironically, as a young man, I never imagined I would want to live anywhere else...
"A journey does not begin the moment we set off, nor does it end the moment we have reached our doorstep once again. It starts much earlier and is really never over, because the film of memory continues running inside of us long after we have come to a physical standstill. Indeed, there exists something like a contagion of travel, and the disease is essentially incurable."