Kingspool

  The 2nd Time in Johannesburg we met up with my Sister and her husband.  We were in a hotel right across from the airport (20 steps almost) and were already accosted by men who want money for just looking at us.  So that was odd.  After dinner and a fantastic hangout at the pool we called it for the night.  

  From there we flew to Maun, Botswana and then to Kings Pool which is in the Linyati.

It is on the red dot somewhere.

   This place is great.  The room was HUGE and we almost immediately when on a game drive with our quick witted guide, Lemme.  We saw Elephants, Baboons, and Giraffes but the scene stealers were the Lions.  Usually, Lions go in prides of 2 lazy males and several more hardworking females who kill the food and nurture the young while the men live vicariously through them.  Think of the bond girls who don't do much but claim they were helpful.  That's what male lions are in a pride.  Other than prides, you may see a singular male lion seeking to break into the Pride industry.  We saw 4 male lions, who were brothers, and were gay.  Incest gay. The one with the biggest mane was going at it with his "bro" every 3 minutes.  I guess their motto really was bros before hoes.

  After seeing the pride of gay lions (Gay Pride! Get it?!) [Disclaimer: I have nothing against LGBT community, I was just surprised].  We met a really chill and genuine couple from Connecticut and had dinner with them.  The Next day after waking up at 5 in the COLD morning, I realize I won't be on wifi for a week.  I'm in the dark in Botswana.  I was told before, but then it hit me.  So I just figured that out, however all worries subsided when I saw a leopard in between a HUGE lion and a ginormous elephant.  Her predicament was captivating to say the least.  She climbed up a tree and probably hid there till the lion left.  After another dinner and chatting with a new couple [the wife who hasn't hit middle age yet and the husband who's from the middle ages] I was pooped.  I woke up at the same time, did a drive and left for Mombo.  During the drive in the morning, we saw one of the male lions of the Gay Pride being followed by a female lion.  He entertained the idea but ultimately decided that girls probably weren't his thing.  Also, probs not the best idea to piss off the hunter of the species.  I know the male lions are bigger and stronger, but the females actually do the killing.  So he past out and that was that. 

    Leaving our guide was pretty hard.  Lemme was the coolest and my sister with her husband really connected with him.  As we took of on our small plane we saw him waving goodbye to us.  My sister looked like she just experienced seeing Toy Story 3 for the first time. Unfortunately, it won't be the last time we cried over leaving our wonderful guides.  

Cape Town, Cape of Good Hope, and Grootsbus

  Ok, so my father ordered a rather early wake up call in Cape Town, to which I reluctantly adhered to.

Me in the Morning w/o coffee. Taken 2 days ago. 

    Breakfast was great, we then did a tour of the coastal cities on the way down to the Cape of Good Hope.  I saw some interesting things like shark watchers on a cliff overlooking a beach to insure that either the surfers are safe or that they are indeed being eaten by a shark and nothing else.  Other than that, I'm pretty sure I ticked off the driver by passing out.  My parents insisted I sit in the front so I'd get the best view.  Noble and wonderful intentions, but jet lag had me.  Went to the Cape and went to the top of a small cliff with my Dad.  The wind was so strong and cold that it could only be from Antarctica.  Then we drove back (me sleeping) through the scenic route (didn't see a thing).  Later we had an astounding dinner with a wine tasting with a friend of my parents.  She was French and my age.  My sisters tell me to take one for the team, but I think that phrase only counts if it was a bad deal for me.  Anyways,  that was that.  The next day we woke up and strolled around Cape Town and took a tour boat that didn't show much but some (and I will only say this word for these animals or puppies and nothing else) adorable seals.  Then off to Walker's Bay to a private reserve called Grootsbus.  This place gave a WHOLE cottage to myself and it took 5 minutes to walk from there to the main place.  The food again was fantastic.  The next morning I was supposed to go cage diving with Great White Sharks in sub-zero temperatures.

  But because of epic gale force winds from Antarctica, no boats were allowed on the sea.  I was upset that I didn't get to see the Sharks but even more upset that the sharks never got to see me. 

  So plant tour here I come.  It was entertaining but more relaxing which was cool.  Then back to Cape Town and on to Johannesburg for one last cool plane ride.  

Post Africa

  Yesterday, I returned home from a 2 week trip in South Africa and Botswana (and Namibia).  I took a flight from New York to Jackson, MS where I am originally from to get prepared.  Then a two hour flight to Atlanta with a VERY talkative Canadian by me.  She took no hints and spoke the entire time.  I should have just been rude and tuned her out, but I didn't.  Then from Atlanta to Johannesburg.  A nearly 16 hour flight.  Good grief.  So that happened and my lights nor my air was working the ENTIRE TIME! Just those 3 seats.  Just those.  Also, I would like to thank Delta and the other airlines for cramming people in a plane with SMALL seats.  The odd lady next to me looked familiar to the stars of Heavyweights (not like that's bad) was sitting uncomfortably in small seats where her body was poking out everywhere.  She had to get up so I could pull my tray table to me.  

Yeah.  That's what didn't annoy me, what annoyed me was her choice in films and pausing them on the way there but we'll get to that.   So the only stewardess who cared about my predicament gave me a reading light that was well used for my trip.  I had already seen most of the films that were options and really wanted to finish Cloud Atlas.  The lady next to me watched Mud for 2 minutes then turned it like 21 and Over or something and paused it on a woman's bare breasts for a bathroom break.  Unbelievable.  So I barely slept but we got there.  The airport was cool except for the fact the chorus to Icona Pop's I Love It was on loop for the entire time... just the chorus.  That's two lines people.  "I don't Care! I love IT!!"  Over and over.  (If you haven't heard this glorious song, here it is)  Then we boarded another plane for Cape Town which was one of the BEST PLANE experiences ever.  Wine and great airplane food?  They exist indeed.  I was so happy that almost anything like this wouldn't really bother me.  Finally we got to the hotel called the One and Only and it was AWESOME! More to come later, with less complaints.

Introduction

   Look.  This isn't serious.  This blog thing? I think of it as a journal.  Except that anyone can read it.  I suppose the usual stereotype is a person posting very intimate details of their daily routine that they may find out of the ordinary.

Not me featured above.

   Again this will not be me.  Now I may be self-depricating and what not but that's it.  Also, I'm not interesting.  These are purely thoughts and musings.  I'm not trying to get a film made from this like the Amy Adams and Meryl Streep movie, or to captivate you via facebook shares like 40 Days of Dating.  I actually did this by suggestion of my mother.  Yes.  You read that right. My mom suggested it to me.

    So what? I did it and the probability is I probably won't keep up with it cause I usually lose interest in many aspects of my life then I swing into it later for like 2 days then out.  Seriously, follow me on Instagram and find out how odd my timing is.  

   So here I am pondering if this an Attention vs. Distraction and concluding that is most likely both as is most arguments.  I know, such a cop out to take both sides of an argument but it's not like there is anything at stake.  Anyways, this is to serve as a disclaimer to not get your hopes up.  I'm not a Super spy, a indi famous person, a meth cook, or even a hipster. Hopefully one of those will be the case, but not now.  

P.S.  I will talk about travels, school, movies, tv, and life.  If I say anything offensive, believe me it was not intentional. Just don't follow me anymore.  Just don't do it.  As you can see, I'm incredibly frustrating to argue with.  Not because I'm right, but because I take things personal and too far.  So... I'm stubborn.