Below, you'll find the second half of the photos from my South African adventure. From the vivid colors to the surprising fashion, spotted whilst driving through a "township" (read: shanty town) on youngsters sporting colors I believed to be too shockingly optimistic to be found in a township that inspired me to take pictures to be hung in my apartment and work office as a reminder of just how cush my life really is, to the quasi back-to-nature experience we called safari, but a safari of the very much city dwellers hitting the country variety. And when I say that, I mean there was a requisite 3 bottles of champagne minimum per safari vehicle per safari drive, and the only time our not-so-safari ready sartorial choices really hit the savanna was to consume said champagne, with refreshments of course (read: lots of food and bubbly) and the only time we might have been considered momentarily not completely happy and satisfied were the moments when the champagne ran out (obviously) and quite possibly the moment when my best friend and I separately and instinctively leaped feet last over the people sitting next to us to escape the demise of our legs to the horn of the buffalo (see 2nd to last picture on this post) that subsequently tore through the canvas side of the vehicle in his angry charge at the camera-toting tourists. Post-buffalo charge, when our legs were discovered intact, our terror made way for happiness again. The terror was completely momentary and fleeting, and why wouldn't it be? We had adventure and champagne and legs on our side.
Anyway, please live vicariously through me through the pictures that caused me to relive what I can only say was the best vacation I've taken. Maybe ever.
A huge thanks to my best friend Sergio for some of the photos in the post.