by Janet van Eeden.
As I get into the Quantum which will take me from Joburg to the game park where I will lecture for the Wildlife Film Academy, the radio is playing one of my favourite songs, Human by The Killers.
“Are we human? Or are we dancers? My sign is vital. My hands are cold. And I’m on my knees looking for the answer – are we human? Or we dancers?”
As we drive further away from the city in the speedy minibus we pass an old white man trying to thumb a lift. He’s the unlikeliest hitchhiker I’ve ever seen. Signs warn: “Heavy vehicles: Wheels stolen!” We’re definitely heading into the wild.
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