Several years ago I made a trip to Cape Town South Africa, and it was one of the most memorable trips of my life. The excitement of the unknown grew with each passing hour spent in the air, high above the earth. Though my sons and I had a planned five day excursion, I still couldn’t stop wondering what might still lie ahead. Would it be something about this new culture I was about to experience; or would it be something more, something about me?
After clearing customs and retrieving our luggage, we still had the daunting tasks of maneuvering through the hordes of people and locating our tour guide. The sounds of luggage being dragged across the floor, babies crying while their parents in their British, German or native Afrikaans language, trying to soothe them, were becoming all too familiar, too overwhelming. Nevertheless, we found our tour guide waiting for us just outside the automatic sliding door. As we loaded ourselves into the decrepit VW bus, painted with the colors of the South African flag (green, red, black, blue and yellow), the reality of it all hit me: our adventure had begun.
As we rolled along, the bus creaking and groaning with each bump in the road, our first stop was the “Big 5 Safari Game Drive.” Our arrival was timed for just prior to dusk when the animals that we were to see would just be settling in for the night. We climbed up into a very large, exposed Land Rover. Blankets were handed out as the air became cooler with the sun slowly reaching the horizon. We came upon a female Cheetah that had a fresh kill. The smell of blood hung thick in the air. Her mate, close by, kept watch, allowing her to feed, and all I could think of at that moment was, “WOW!” Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would see such a sight. What else could I possibly encounter these next four days?
Day two started with such an amazing sunrise, as though God had painted it just for us. This day was to bring us to the town of Oudtshoorn and...
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