There have been few simple aphorisms I have read about travel better than this one. The trips I have taken – and I am in a travel PR firm because it’s my inspiration – inform my daily life.
Whether its Bali, India, Belize or Bangkok, each trip, whether I loved it or hated it, have all been a big growth step for me. While I love Asia, the Caribbean, Mexico and California, the place that resonated the most for me is Africa. Tanzania and Kenya moved me in ways that no other place on earth has. It’s nature and life at its most raw and real. It connects to a deep place within – spiritually nourishing in ways no other place has been for me – well Kripalu is a close second!
Driving on a dirt road to the Ngngoragora Crater In Tanzania was one of those simple moments of insight and connectivity. Seeing the mist over the hills of Kenya at a black rhino preserve as it settled in and we sipped strong coffee in front of our tents, were moment of wonder I will never forget. The press group was super, an essential tool of our PR kit, and we had big feature stories out in a few months after returning.
It’s Never Too Late To Go
My father, in his early 90s, took a trip to Kenya at my urging, and when he came back said it was worth it in every way. I recommended Kensington Tours, our client that does privately-guided travel, and sent him some of the blogs we had placed in Huffington Post, part of our social media PR marketing services for clients. He said, “I am going.” I wanted him to see nature at its most splendid while still on this earth. When he returned, I ooh’d and ahh’d over his pictures of giraffes and zebras, lions and all manner of God’s kingdom.
So if you are wondering where to go – Tanzania! South Africa! And make sure you go with someone you love, because its all in the sharing. But make sure you have lots of pages in your passport, because once you are there, perhaps you will want to tack on some extensions to your trip and visit more countries! We walked the bridge over Victoria Falls (a must-see!) into Zambia and it was a border crossing so imbued with British Colonialism, with ceiling fans and mahogany rich woods, I shall never forget it. Frozen in my memory forever.