Yesterday as I went through the garage cleaning stuff up, came across some old snaps. These are from a South Africa trip in 1995.
First one is riding an ostrich. I'm laughing, it isn't. Don't know why that is. Second one patting a cheetah, which was laive but looking dead.
One up on Table Mountain - amazing view from that joint; the next in the bush at sunset. Had a Wallabies training jersey on in an attempt to ingratiate my self to the rugby-mad locals in Cape Town. Didn't work. The sun glasses were apparently popular around that time.
As for the last one, I'm probably the only person who would lug a suit to Africa just in case I had a dinner to go to. Lucky I did.