I know I am not supposed to cry like a girl when I get emotional. I am not even supposed to get emotional. It says so on the certificate of manliness I received at birth. But after this telephone call, I am very close to tears. Not actually crying, I still want to keep my certificate.
The She-Ghanaian is off tomorrow to cycle from Cairo to Cape Town. She knows trains, planes and automobiles can also get here there. But she is cycling anyway. It is a long time dream of hers. My dreams run more to the nubile blond side of life. But she wants to do something challenging and are willing to suffer for it. This is something she does regularly now that I think about it. As if studying chemical engineering was not bad enough she then went on to accountancy. With the studies finished, she turned to adventure. You can read about her experiences at http://mareliev.blogspot.com/ Once there, click on the links to the charity she supports and donate money.
Her husband, the He-Ghanaian, not only lets her pursue her dream for four months, he is joining a 2000km stretch from Lilongwe to Windhoek. These adventure types are a bit special. We had a special class in primary school. Coincidence? I get tired just thinking about what they do. So why the emotion? It is not me going. Probably being confronted by someone determined to live a dream. And by a relationship that let it happen. And maybe it is the realisation that while some live, I live vicariously.
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