I dreamed a dream again
More than three months ago, I had to leave my Olifants River again.
Yes, I was back and I dreamed a dream again.
For some time I have been thinking about whether I should write a new story and describe once more the time and all the adventures I lived through in paradise. Finally, I decided to write down just a few special events. Not of the most dangerous ones, no, just a few stories . . .
I will not tell you of the many attacks we had to face by elephants or buffaloes, nor the story describing my good-bye to my Olifants River, where I went down to its bank, touching the surface of the river, stroking the water with my hand like a much-loved one and telling “my river” of my hope for coming back soon.
There will neither be a story of what was meant to be a highlight of this journey about meeting “Child of Africa”, who we unfortunately missed.
I will not tell you about my feelings when I left the park, neither of my feelings when my eyes were fixed on the fading lights of Johannesburg while taking-off. No words to what happened inside me when I left my dreams behind me and nothing of all the sadness that got hold of me again and overwhelmed my heart ever since I left.
I will just tell you a few happenings. One of them describing what has been the predator sighting of my live, the other one from Orpen Dam, that is full of surprise and shows how the unexpected happens in African life.
And maybe a few more highlights during the days when I dreamed a dream again. . . . will be started within the next few months
For all those who cannot wait that long: Just go to my earlier story “Dreams are the wings of my life” to make waiting a bit easier:viewtopic.php?f=27&t=16403
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