Exactly seven years ago, my husband Charlie and I set off on a safari

of Kenya and Tanzania to celebrate our 25th anniversary. We quickly

discovered that a trip in a safari vehicle--one with a top that comes

off so tourists can take pictures without getting eaten by animals--is

a kind of confinement. You're not allowed to walk around, you have to

have an iron bladder, and you'd better like your fellow passengers,

including the tse tse flies.



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