I made it back safe and sound after a business assignment in darkest(?) Africa. Whoever coined that hadn’t been to the bright sunny spot that I enjoyed. Hot, sunny, humid, remote, bird-rich (most of the non-game-park animals were devoured long ago), insect-rich (pesky mosquitoes), colourful; a fantastic experience as ever with fascinating friendly people.
I’ve been living and working on and off in Africa for over 40 years. I never get bored with it. Roll on the next visit.
Interesting though that indigenous tribes that once wore as little as the climate allowed now modestly cover themselves and rarely show their natural beauty. Bloody missionaries! Even 20 years ago, open roadside nudity in remote areas at washing holes in West Africa was common. I recall beaches where sunning and swimming nude by all nationalities was commonplace. No longer! African society has moved on and now nakedness has been confined to the regressive repressive morality of many restrictive cultures around the world. What a tragedy. The perfect place (mozzies excepted) and little opportunity for us nudists (except at South Africa’s fine naturist resorts).
But…I do know one or two remote spots on this vast continent! Seek and ye shall find…
It’s good to be back to my corner of Southern France though. Beaches, hiking, sunshine and no mozzies.