Escape! The very word spells adventure and freedom..
I used to think escape meant packing my gear and driving out into the wilds to find new roads to travel. new places to find. new faces to meet.
And I did. Had a wonderful time doing it and still hope for some more of that.
I’ve pitched my tent on the soft sandy beach of Maziba Bay, upper Zambezi, far from the maddening crowd.
Even stopped for a few snorts at the beautiful – and deserted – pub at Puku Pan
Met many strangers with their own stories; men and women who continue to inspire me.
And every time I took the road less travelled to come back home
Because I found that escaping doesn’t mean you have to go somewhere. It’s much more difficult than that. ‘Escape’ means finding yourself; and that can be quite a journey… Freedom is, after all not somewhere else. It’s inside every one us. And that, I believe, is the ultimate escape.