I love the bush. There’s something about walking into a Park’s Board bungalow. The smell. The colour. The look and feel. It takes me straight back to my childhood and days spent in game parks with my parents.
This past weekend I was in The Kruger Park – the Boyfriend was running the Kruger Half Marathon. Yes, indeed. Running through the bush, for 21km, with high hopes that the helicopter and numerous game rangers with guns had managed to scare off the lions and elephants.
I was not running. I was sunning myself and enjoying the view from the Skukuza deck. Hippos and twittery things. Sometimes I very much like the idea of disappearing into the bush, managing a game lodge somewhere, and waking up every morning to that wild smell, the wild sounds and an uncomplicated life.