As I write this in my cozy hotel room, I hear lions growl in the background. Next to my window, guinea fowl do what they do best: squeal with a voice that evolution would find difficult to explain. Somewhere a donkey hee-haws its own contribution to the cacophony. At 5am it's still supposed to be silent night. But not in Pretoria. The sun is rising. Welcome to Africa.
The fruit of the vine
The fruit of the vine
The fruit of the vine
As I write this in my cozy hotel room, I hear lions growl in the background. Next to my window, guinea fowl do what they do best: squeal with a voice that evolution would find difficult to explain. Somewhere a donkey hee-haws its own contribution to the cacophony. At 5am it's still supposed to be silent night. But not in Pretoria. The sun is rising. Welcome to Africa.