*click the image for full size*Cabin fever, but I'm not in a cabin. Or in the woods. Let's see, "city fever?"
The "I gotta get the fuck out of dodge" feeling. Instead of a gambling problem I have a wicked travel addiction. Can't stop thinking about it. How does someone stay still. Not curious, other than a television? Really? The neighborhood?
Tanzania, Zanzibar continue to haunt me. If I booked the plane ticket to Dar es Salaam, Tanzania say November 20th right now - cost is so doable. But those Safari companies need an arm and a leg and well, is it possible to rough it in Africa?...without being eat'n by something?
