Adventure in Africa
You step out of the plane and realize that it is a hot mess of a cliché. A steel body shined up and named the Silver Express landing in an unnamed border town of some African country that no one has even heard of. The air is oppressively hot and humid, with the nearby river supplying fresh, if questionably sanitary, water. This makes the perfect jumping off point to go exploring.
You wipe your brow as the sweat has already started to drip down your face. You realize that even a shower will provide no relief from the heat, and you descend the stairs. A man throws your canvas duffel bag at you; you catch it, and that’s all there is to customs in this part of the world.
As you step out of the airport, a crowd gathers round you. “Taxi!” “Mister! Guide? You need guide!” “Fruit? Oranges! Banana!” “Meat on stick! Best quality!” They are surrounding you and way too far into your personal space for comfort.
What do you do?
Take a taxi.
Get a guide.
Get some food.
Get out of there fast.
You wipe your brow as the sweat has already started to drip down your face. You realize that even a shower will provide no relief from the heat, and you descend the stairs. A man throws your canvas duffel bag at you; you catch it, and that’s all there is to customs in this part of the world.
As you step out of the airport, a crowd gathers round you. “Taxi!” “Mister! Guide? You need guide!” “Fruit? Oranges! Banana!” “Meat on stick! Best quality!” They are surrounding you and way too far into your personal space for comfort.
What do you do?
Take a taxi.
Get a guide.
Get some food.
Get out of there fast.
