I still remember the moment I looked into a rhinos eyes, driving through South African bush for the first time. There are some rarities that occur when you travel, single moments where your world is altered in front of you. I swear if you try hard enough, you can capture it. In those moments, the world teeters and you can live in it forever. This stew has a little bit of that magic, the ability to take me back to cold nights under the Southern Cross… listening to hyenas call in the distance. I Bless The Rains Down In Africa…
