Help! I woke up and I can’t fall back to sleep!
It is 3:30 in the morning here (8:30 pm in Toronto) I tried falling back to sleep but it isn’t working because I’m just 100% alert and aware. So, I’ve decided to write you a short post.
I’ve had my first Zebra encounter. It happened as I was being escorted from my room in a speedy little golf cart.
As per my adventuring self’s typical modus operandi, I arrived here in Livingstone, Zambia late in the day and without a reservation. I’m going to have to ask you to please not tell my darling Mom about this. She simply doesn’t understand my ridiculous tendencies to tempt fate. She’s right about so many things in life and I’m trying to make a renewed effort to acquire her propensity toward organization. In any event, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me that the sun was quickly setting on my day’s two immediate goals of: a) finding a room and b) watching the sunset.
It had already been a very long journey and to top it all off… I had been standing at the reception desk waiting for service for about 30 minutes. I was in a big rush but no one else seemed to be. EVERYTHING and everyone seemed to be moving at a snail’s pace.
I was getting a little antsy and so I started peppering the staff with questions. I started asking what exact time the sunset would happen. My first question was met with some amazement. First the lady looked at me in bewilderment and, then simply looked at the sky before looking at me again. Clearly – the sun was in the process of setting and it was quite obvious by simply looking at it. But the silence and grey that was descending upon us at that in-between time of day made it increasingly urgent for me to expedite my efforts to achieve my goal.
Needless to say, it didn’t take long for the staff to understand how important it was for me to watch the sunset… and immediately.
What happened next was a big surprise. EVERYTHING and everyone instantly shifted into sixth gear. Before I could say ‘jack rabbit’ there was a porter ready and waiting with a little golf cart to escort me to my room. He took my luggage, urged me to hurry and in a flash we were off.
And so, in all of but the twinkling of an eye, I found myself holding on to myself and my luggage for dear life as I raced around in my first African Formula One experience. Needless to say, it didn’t take long to reach my room. I literally ran into my room and dropped my luggage. There was no time to look around; the sun was setting and fast. So I ran back to the golf cart for round two. The cart made a little noise as we reversed and then jolted me forward to meet our next corner. Everything was moving so quickly and fast it was all a blur until I was startled into clarity. As I looked up to prepare for the approach of that next corner, there it was – BAM! A Zebra! Not just a Zebra but also a baby Zebra! I gasped in surprise and wonder. I started getting all excited and then my Formula One driver and I started laughing and giggling and sharing in a moment of bliss.
And THAT is my first Zebra story.
I’ll tell you about the sunset later.