South Africa

Again, I don't know what year I went to South Africa. Maybe it was about 96. While I was there I read a book called My Traitor's Heart, by Rian Malan, about a white South African who fled his country to avoid military service. I prefer to remember the amazing scenery, rather than being berated on how institutional racism had a purpose, by fascist Brits.
The elephant was in Addo Park. After a day of seeing nothing but dogs, we were suddenly surrounded by elephants.
The penguins live on a beach near Cape Town.
The little kids were from Soweto.