Itʼs a mad, crazy, beautiful world. And deeply maddening, too. Witness the news, the media malaise, the whingeing, the whining, the political grandstanding, the economic devastation, the fuel price, the way TikTok has stolen our souls.
Even on safari, Iʼm reminded of the madness. For starters, there are the crack-of-dawn game drives. Theyʼre totally crackers: Dressed in khaki duds while seated on a Land Cruiser, groups of bleary-eyed, jet-lagged travellers are propelled into the icy maws of predawn bushveld, compelled by expectation to suppress their anger at the ranger who presumably dreamed up this form of voluntary torture.
And while bumping into a lion will temper the cold, each game drive these days is also a reminder of the scourge of poaching, something that – being on safari – you…