Seven months and one week after I return home

For: Javier Brandoli (text and photos)

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I'm coming home. Within hours, if it allows Turkish Airlines, When this blog post will be coming to Spain. It's strange to leave the absolute freedom of Africa after seven months and a week away. They were the best days of my life global, in people, in looks. It travels with people, was something I already knew-, but also travels with curiosity at the back. Without fear, for the simple adventure of seeing what lies beyond the next fence. At each step a doubt and almost no certainty. Pleasure, without, the movement that seems endless. A strange feeling of stability at least stable is your life. There have been many good times and there was also a time that could feel the weight of each footstep loneliness. Overcoming the latter makes special reunion with the first.

There have been many good times and there was also a time that could feel the weight of each footstep loneliness. Overcoming the latter makes special reunion with the first

Ugandan poor connections have not allowed me to finish the trip blog before my arrival. Yet leave some chapters delusional as the day that the Ugandan independence party ended up with Richard on stage with a black dwarf who laughed at the bold mzungus (white men) for public fun; for having left the letter that hung in the middle of a branch of the forest waiting for him to find the target; for the next few weeks is also my appointment with the gorillas and the delirious scenes laborer living with a South African who asked questions such as "how do you say fart in Uganda?”; explain my casual, and almost cinematic, meeting at the last minute with the desired leopard, course, my arrival is due to the Sources of the Nile which was completed with a unique dinner at the Honorary Consul of Spain in Uganda.

It is soon to take stock of emotions than. I think I need to separate from this place to understand everything I've seen and passed: World Cup red; The rogue South African township; the spectacular coast of Western Cape; my balcony with sea view, the stars and the mountains of my home in Cape Town; the first safaris; Namibian desert the eternal; Epupa Falls and the unique Himba tribe; Ethos and its lively nightlife wildlife; free camping and swimming in the Okavango Delta; Chobbe and crazy night with an Argentine; the collapse of water from Victoria Falls; the town and its seven TVs Mkuni; Lusaka theft; Lower Zambezi and the dream hotel; Chitambo arrival at the foot of the heart of Livingstone; the beaches of all colors of Zanzibar; the delightful decadence of Stone Town and Drinking on the beach; the special meeting with the Nile; the green mantle of the savanna of Uganda; chimpanzees; gorillas; Sources of the Nile and Lake Victoria. Well explained are just a list of places, but after each has been a story that I felt passions, emotions and some sadness. Course, general, impossible to forget every evening when the sky is painted with strokes of ocher.

Well explained are just a list of places, but after each has been a story that I felt passions, emotions and some sadness

And people? The trip names: Delphine, Nayara, Michelle, Alberto, Dani, Castellan, Inis, Albert, Dion, Alvaro, Gustavo, Avelino, Ann, And Ricardo ..., especially, Jasmine. I have time to assimilate all, attempting to explain, because I took some reflections own, perhaps new, perhaps buried just before, I guess I'll go driving. It is likely that not much time to pack again, to take new path, perhaps to return to part of the now gone. For now, six days back, I catch a plane and go to Switzerland. There may vomit everything to me in the stomach removed. What could be more opposed to the pristine African Switzerland?

I could have more luck in this experience. I guess I'm a lucky guy. And now? As the song composed by a musician friend who accompanied me throughout the trip as if it were a soundtrack: "And I'm again facing the wall ...". Well, is not entirely a bad trip back wall with people you want: family and friends. In brief, ration ham and potato omelette, The topics run from near and far. See you África.

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