In the bush there’s not much to do, as it were, save eat, drink, sleep, and go off on game drives in search of wildlife. (Though to be honest, you could happily remain at camp and let the wildlife come to you, too) All of which conspires to make the entire enterprise intensely relaxing. As you fall into the rhythm of a life which revolves around the rising and setting of the sun, something happens on a cellular level: you let go. Sleep is more satisfying, appetites become borderline ravenous, and because you suddenly find yourself a few notches lower in the natural pecking order, you are humbled in a way you’d never imagined possible.
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