I have never been outside of South Africa. Heck, I have never even flown, so my Bucket List is pretty much flooded with places to see before I die. The world will have to wait as the call of Mother Africa beckons loud and clear. My game plan is as such: Wait until Luke finishes school (7 years to go) and then backpack through South Africa, Africa is to be explored next and finally, the rest of the world.
The biggest and scariest by far is Kilimanjaro. Those who know find this strange, because I HATE BEING COLD!
In 2011 I saw 127 Hours for the first time and it was then that my curiosity with man’s ability started. What are we really capable of? I can’t help but wonder whether I will be able to sever my arm if I managed to get it stuck through a twisted serious of events. If my only salvation was crossing a lake with no life raft or anything else, would I be able to find the courage to swim? (Insert crazy dark giggle !). Some will say that I am tempting fate, but I really can’t wait to see what I truly am capable of.
Thus, my fascination with Kilimanjaro. It is written on my Bucket List in big, red letters. I will conquer you sir. Your snow and icy blizzards will not deter me. I will stand atop your peaks and look at the world below my feet. Watch out, I’m coming!