Through the week and a half where I was off the grid with limited or no connectivity, the pink elephant on the travails on my pack practically blended in after it turned almost grey — so much so that a close encounter with some African elephants in the Serengeti actually resulted in one of them charging towards us to take a closer look at the captive little one. I was glad that the car did not stall. We managed to speed off, with hardly any time to reflect on the near-miss.
This last couple of weeks, I decided to test a few theories about the markets, and also about myself. I wrote this piece in Zanzibar. To save you the trouble of looking up Google Maps, it is off the coast of Tanzania in East Africa.
As part of the awareness-building I am obliged to do as the newly appointed chairman of Community Chest, our mascot elephant, Sharity, got to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro, which stands 5,895m above sea level. Besides bringing Sharity up the mountain, I introduced it to its African cousins too.
