December 2025
I’m alone.
Well, not exactly alone. I’m on an overland truck with twenty-eight strangers for a six-week African Safari.
What could go wrong?
Where do I start?
With bush camping. This is not camping beside bushes. Oh, and rose-scented wipes are a terrible idea. Also sharing space with a melting pot of international passengers comes with conse
I’m alone.
Well, not exactly alone. I’m on an overland truck with twenty-eight strangers for a six-week African Safari.
What could go wrong?
Where do I start?
With bush camping. This is not camping beside bushes. Oh, and rose-scented wipes are a terrible idea. Also sharing space with a melting pot of international passengers comes with consequences. There are fights, relationship bust-ups, and new love.
As I travel through the plains of the Serengeti, beaches in Zanzibar and Malawi, Victoria Falls, and mountains in Zimbabwe, the beauty of Africa sinks beneath my skin. And everything I thought I knew before is turned on its head – even tent living grows on me. I’m woefully unprepared for the shit that happens in Africa. But I wouldn’t change one crazy thing—except the rose-scented wipes.
Profanity, consensual sexual content, sexual harassment, parental grief, alcohol, smoking, and drug use.
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