As I have been in Africa now for a few weeks, I'm realizing that my priorities are changing. I am becoming a different kind of "junkie". No longer am I focused on seeking the perfect date and navigating the single scene in New York City. What I am seeking are new, more exciting adventures. I can navigate the dating scene, there isn't much new there (as it turns out), it has become quite predictable. Today, it's adventure, it's the adrenaline rush I'm after.
Last night while listening to the bull frogs and relaxing under the stars, I started chatting with a local guy, who offered to take me around Victoria Falls and show me all I need to see before I leave. Great, I think to myself, a little date in the middle of Africa! As I head out first thing in the morning for my white water rafting trip along the Zambezi River (boasting class 4 and 5 rapids, by the way), I was excited for the power packed day, including my afternoon rendezvous.
As soon as I capsized on the first rapid, I needed more. The idea of leaving after a half day of rafting was no longer satisfying. I needed to continue, chasing after the feel good feeling that this rush provided. With no way to contact my impromptu tour guide, I continued along the river, getting tossed around and rushing through the most amazing adventure!
Upon my return, this poor guy was sitting waiting for me, two hours later. Shame! With bruises, mud, and a huge smile on my face, I let him gently know that my heart was on the river that day...
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