Folly of the Faithful Canine

Yet again, travel has left me sleep-deprived, but this time not to the point that I had to wait five days to write about my trip. Just as well that it was only one week, meaning both less exhaustion and less to summarize (didn't take notes for once).

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There, that ought to satisfy my itchy feet for a while. Next time I go to Europe, I'm thinking Switzerland or Portugal. Maybe Denmark in the summer.

This week, I’m off to Kenya and Uganda for a trek
To see some live gorillas, so I’d better double-check
That everything’s in order; there’s a lot that could go wrong.
To hike with stuff for 16 days is apt to make me strong.
I’ve had my vaccinations, and I’ve printed things I’ll need.
The COVID cautions make it even harder to succeed.
So why spend all this money on a perilous ordeal?
I’m tired of going nowhere, and I hate the cold I feel.
I want to see a continent I’ve never seen before.
The danger spells adventure, so I want it all the more.
I thought of backing out, but no, I’m going on safari.
That means I’ll post no poetry till late next month, so sorry.