Well that was an intense experience.
So much has happened to me here, backpacking across the continent, that retrospection is making me emotional.
Exposure to objective racism,
on a fairly daily basis has had an effect on me, I must confess.
An effect I measure by this new hesitance to trust strangers.
In my darkest hours, like the jail times, I even questioned the necessity of humanity.
I’m ashamed to admit.
That was rock bottom for Bobby.
As I look out now, onto this beautiful blue village, nested in the valley of steep green, hash ripe mountains, I’m in awe.
I couldn’t imagine a better place to conclude my life changing adventure through Africa.
Of course I have criticisms.
But, I also have true appreciation for my experiences here.
The issue, in my opinion, in need of the most focus, is tourism.
I believe positive change for every country on the African continent is possible, if tourism is embraced by both countries and the individual.
There were weeks when I didn’t see a single foreigner.
Being a white man in Africa was more embarrassing at times than exciting.
“Where the fuck are all the white people?” I would sometimes say to myself.
I know you’re out there.
Billions of you.
Just not here.
Being exposed to you, is enough to effect change on a person and their world.
Not sponsorship schemes, NGO initiatives, or Gary flying to Lumbashi, Congo to sign mineral appropriation contracts, either.
A regular person.
Wearing your style of clothes.
Speaking your language.
Asking for chop sticks at a food stall.
Exposing the differences in cultures, means there are options.
This, I believe, is the path to real freedom.
First one Africa, then one Earth then who knows, understanding Dolphins!
So, get out there.
It’s worth it.