It's been three months since I returned from my one and only safari and I'm still mentally sorting out things that happened.

I think my fondest memory was being awakened the first morning (after that hellish trip on the AirBus) by the little black and white monkeys romping on the thatched roof of the hut I was in. When I looked out the window there was a monkey on the tree limb two feet from my face!

He ran off, then another one hung upside down from the roof and cussed me in monkey!

I thought "Hot Damn! I am in Africa!".