Return of the White Typhoid
Trip Start
Apr 08, 2003
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Trip End
Aug 2003
Already it fades like a dream.
I feel like I have woken, the memories strangely unreal when surrounded by the plastic bubble reality of the West.
Did I really feed hyaenas? Lie awake in terror because a lion was grunting in the next valley? Ride on top of trucks through the desert in a sandstorm? Shiver feverishly in the dark with the cockroaches and rats as another tropical disease destroyed my body?
Seems so distant now.
Happy to have made it. Sad to be finished. Already planning the next adventure.
Joseph Conrad once said: "we live, like we dream - alone."
I'm just glad to have had an opportunity to live it.
I feel like I have woken, the memories strangely unreal when surrounded by the plastic bubble reality of the West.
Did I really feed hyaenas? Lie awake in terror because a lion was grunting in the next valley? Ride on top of trucks through the desert in a sandstorm? Shiver feverishly in the dark with the cockroaches and rats as another tropical disease destroyed my body?
Seems so distant now.
Happy to have made it. Sad to be finished. Already planning the next adventure.
Joseph Conrad once said: "we live, like we dream - alone."
I'm just glad to have had an opportunity to live it.

