You wake up to the shrill insistent ring of the telephone. Tring, tring, tring. It demands an answer. You squint at the clock on your bedside table. It's only 5:30 a.m. Your voice is slurred with speech when you answer.
“Good morning, wakey, wakey ,” is the cheerful accented voice on the other end.
You groan, put on some clothes, grab coffee and bagel from the breakfast buffet at the dining room and run outside where an open jeep with a driver and ranger awaits you. As you drive with six other people into the jungle, you begin to revel in the clean crisp morning air, the cold and the dust, the stark beauty of a panoramic sunrise, the silence of the morning and the sense of wilderness all around you . . .then, you round the corner and there in the middle of a half-paved road stands a leggy giraffe, it’s long neck rising majestically into the sky.
“Aaaaaah, morning sunshine,” we croon as the giraffe arches his neck towards a tree and begins to nibble on the leaves.
This is the quintessential African safari. An adventure.