You're ok Cliffy, don't worry.
It all started with those stories I was told when I was young.
Being woken at 8PM, well past my bed time, to go and see the game hanging in the garage and the entire family gathered to view it and listen to the stories.
Seeing antlers stored above the garage door at your grandparents house every time you visited.
Seeing animals and birds everywhere and being amazed by them.
Getting wildlife identification and tracking books for every birthday.
Then Mutual of Omaha's "Wild Kingdom" played every Saturday morning. Never missed it.
I watched those incredible National Geographic segments of Cheetahs tearing across the savannah after a Thompsons' Gazelle and then being replayed in slow motion.
The Lion prides guttural grunting as they fed. Hyenas....
The Great Migrations on the Serengeti. Crocs taking Wildebeest in the Mara River.
Documentaries of "Pygmy" tribes in elementary school social studies.
Kalahari Bushmen, (San)
Baobab, Mopane, Acacia
Every National Geographic I ever looked at with stunning photographs of African animals.
Every photography book on Africa and its people and animals.
This all combined to create the mystique.
All culminating in a decision that I had to see it for myself!
After learning the current realities and still feeling the mystique and appreciating it and then finding a way to learn and enjoy the countries, the people, the geography and the wildlife in combination with participating in one of my favourite activities; Hunting.
Hearing all the birds and smelling the scents seeing all those TV and picture book animals first hand.
All worth the wait.
I enjoy the passion of the people for their countries, their lifestyles, their land and their wildlife.
You sure can't get it done in one visit. Lots more to see and hunt.