Carrion...

I fell asleep and awoke to the twangy whine of Australian and American accents. We are staying at a campsite that caters to the overland truck market and during the course of the afternoon two tours arrived to dispel the tranquility with their foreign (in)-sensibilities.

There’s been another of their compatriots who has been encamped for a few days now. A seemingly quiet chap who had just climbed Mount Kenya and is resting up before setting off to conquer an even higher peak somewhere else in the country. Last night this dip-shit had a couple of drinks and in the company of his country-folk, he shared his opinion about the Arabs! This small-minded, middle-class bigot spewed his shit in a raised voice and the worst part was that none of his countrymen challenged his bigotry. I am not sure whether they are cowards or whether they agree, but it got me thinking about what someone like this would be thinking as he interacts with any of the locals…

I have a long-held belief that in general, most foreigners who can afford to travel are not the nicest of people. Out of touch and in denial. Convinced that they are doing every African a favour by spending their savings on a packaged holiday to the Dark Continent with the ill-conceived intention of confirming their National Geographic preconceptions.

In my opinion, it would have been easier if the streets were filled with wild animals who could feed off or maybe just trample this kind of roadkill.