It seems like there are three types of fun to be had on a trip like this:

There’s Class One fun which is both very enjoyable at the time and very memorable afterwards. Like sitting around a campfire eating Kudu sausages and telling stories while watching elephants eating the trees overhead.

Class Two fun is good at the time but the real enjoyment is in the memories and stories you have afterwards. Like climbing a mountain, sailing to Antarctica and enduring 18hr mini-bus trips full to the brim with people and chickens.

Class Three fun is extremely enjoyable at the time but after the dust has settled you can’t quite remember why. Like getting blind drunk or reading a Stieg Larsson novel.

It’s all good, just different 🙂

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