How does a person recover from the re-entry phase of travel? Good question. I think I have the answer, but before I delve into this plan, I will give you some background.
Mid Jan last year a Kenyan Safari fell in my lap. How does anyone get that lucky you ask? At Christmas my best friend Monique, called me with news that her Christmas gift from her spouse was a 5 star all-inclusive safari trip to Kenya.The two of them were going to full-fill a life time dream, to see the African continent and the herds of animals that enchant its borders.
by mid January her relationship with her significant other was on the rocks. He became unavailable to going because of work obligations. Her sister had just delivered twins and one of the dear little ones had come down with meningitis, ruling her sister, brother-in-law and mother out as potential travel companions. The call was placed to me. Could I go with her?
Could I? My first call was to Travel clinic to book my inoculations Yellow fever, Hepatitis Flu, mumps measles, ya ya ya, keep them coming. Next need to tell the boss I am putting in my full years leave request today, for three weeks from now. The arched eyebrow let him know if it wasn’t approved, my resignation would be put in instead.
I can’t convey the magic of the experience, I can only touch on it. Early mornings bouncing around in four-wheel vehicle snapping photos of rhinos, buffaloes giraffes with our driver-guide Eric, who was born and raise in a genuine Masai village. He interpreted the species ” look- KellyMo, a crown crane” pointing at the gracious bird with the tuft head-dress. He could uncover leopards in trees thoroughly camouflaged and predict where the cheetah would and would not be hunting, based on grass height and flatness of the landscape.
Knowing we were not fond of the idea of “a pee in the bush”. The last half hour of each day on our drive back to the resort was reserved for a cocktail and he would announce” Ladies its Tusker time”. He always brought a long a cooler and put our customary beer on ice for us.
After 14 days of being immersed in the warmth of the sun, sharing our daily triumphs with our new safari friends around the dinner table which, now had my appetite wet for fragrant tropical fruits and Indian influenced cuisine. I was just starting to feel like I belonged in this glamour living. I expected to wake up to the view of a Gazelle grazing out my window. How was I to adapt to March in New Brunswick?
The slate grey sky predicted the chill in the air that would be thrust upon me when the plane door opened. Ugg. No snow on the ground surprised me, but the hardness of the tarmac left nothing to the imagination; the ground was frozen. No lions no baboons not a single smiling Kenyan to greet me, just the rude awaking that I was back, and the realization that re-entry was going to hurt.
I avoided my suitcase I just left all my safari clothing souvenirs layer out where I could see them . I couldn’t bring myself to removed the dirt embedded in the tread of my sneakers and deleting even a single blurry picture was unthinkable. I well and truly had a broken heart and suffering from craving to travel that were so strong I didn’t know If I could resist, I just wanted to quiet my job sell every ting and go.The practical side of me kept me on point, to the foolishness of that idea but my heart needed a solution. with no vacation left til Jan 2017, I made a deal with myself to do local adventure.
Every weekend I would do a different excursions, New Brunswick had plenty to offer. People all over the world dreamt of coming here. I would camp in all the national and provincial parks, I would hike the highest peaks , bird watching in search of rare and endangered plovers and puffins, I revel in our nations past at National historic sites find all the fathers of confederation burial plots, comb the land for oddities like; The Worlds Largest Axe in Nackwic,Largest lobster in Shediac, and largest plover scuplture in Dorchester. I trodden across all the covered bridge, taste our craft brews and ciders, visit our museums seek out places of acadian and Native influence. This could take me years to do and the plan was hatched.