Monday, February 26, 2007

Out of our heads or Out of Africa?

And the hippos have it...

We got the job! We start in Uganda in two months time!

So life here begins unravelling at a scary pace. Have handed in my notice at work, got letting agents round to view the flat, told my parents, sister, brothers, friends and colleagues. Started to look in long term anti-malarial options, emailing our new boss with thousands of questions, ebaying junk I don't need to put into storage and downloading movies for the ipod for those days when the rains come... but mostly I am wondering what I should wear to strike that right note between Meryl Streep as Karen Blixen vs Katherine Hepburn in the African Queen. Of course, it means my entire London advertising wardrobe goes into boxes.

Lordy. So much to do and think about. Can't quite believe we're doing it and then, everytime I think about what we're doing, if I avoid the hell which the period between now and arriving in Uganda is bound to become, then I just can't wipe the grin off my face.

And it means a new blog with a new theme. This has been my practise ground. I thought I was practising to write one for an ad industry online site - but that transpired to nothing and I chickened out - only to realise I was really practising to write about something very very different all along. But it will be far more fun.

Who'd have thought it... Goodbye commuters, advertising and London. Hello to wildlife, tourism and Africa...

Monday, February 12, 2007

Hippos for dinner or brand diamonds for breakfast?

The boy and I want to spend more time together.

I'm fed up of living a sedentary lifestyle. Since getting back to London and to a desk job I've put on about two stone, three dress sizes and cannot wear half my clothes.

We both love Africa.

When we got back from our last African escapade a month ago he saw a job ad for a couple to run a rest camp in the middle of a National Park in Uganda. And last night we had the telephone interview.

I want this job so much it actually hurts. Part of it is the fact that I am able to fantasise about living in the middle of the African bush, more or less being my own boss, and spending lots more time with the boy (who currently is still a 3 and a half hour drive away). They have hippos round the bar area after dark! And there's a Parrot Amnesty (whatever that is)! Boy and I gazing out over the Nile at sunset!

But I am a realist. I know there will be elements of the life there and the job that will be bloody hard, not to mention some questionable security and health issues. Most people would tell me to join a gym and work at getting a job somewhere a bit nearer to Hereford.

Nonetheless, quite apart from the fantasy scenes of life on permanent safari, the thought of getting away from the UTTER drivel of London life is very appealing.

So cross your fingers I get the job. This blog will be far more interesting, if nothing else.