You’re afraid. And you should be afraid. We are simply not meant to mingle in water mere feet from a Great White Shark. Everything in your involuntary, evolutionary DNA is screaming out, no no no … this is not right … no no no. But before you bail and bomb out on your chance to encounter a prehistoric holdover, a fish the size of Fiat, with a razor sharp chomping power only matched by a similarly nasty disposition in its own domain, you come to a warm memory. You catch back site of land, of South Africa, and think of its forever-leader, Nelson Mandela.
Ahhh yes. He’s right. It’s not unreasonable to feel this fear. In fact, feeling that feeling has been very much part of this entire trip. We’re all here on this week of adventure in a large way to be a little challenged by Africa, by the unknown in a far away place. And coming upon this cold-blood, very large, scary unknown, just maybe typifies the whole experience of this week. And in some ways, it typifies what travel itself means.
For as much as Rad has traveled through Africa, from the top of Kilimanjaro to the souks of Marrakech, he is terrified of hopping in a boat, heading out to the Cape, chumming the water, suiting up, ducking into a cage, and meeting some new friends. Heeheehee. And that’s exactly why we’re doing it! Word has it Rad’s already been stocking up on dramamine patches. Come on buddy!
But, of course, there are more deep rooted reasons for taking GlobeKick to the tip of the Dark Star. South Africa is as varied in its travel-experience as its populace. In this country, we’ve seen dramatic coastlines, playful penguins, pristine shopping promenades, and poverty that is abject and real. But, if the world can get it right here, in a place with a past like South Africa’s, if they can figure out how to make it work here — for everybody — absorb all the people flooding in from all over Africa to continue to make Mandela’s dream a reality, maybe there’s hope for the rest of us.