Every time we walk back into the hotel. I must admit - I say to myself - "I had a farm in Africa" because this place reminds me so much of where Karen Blixen lived in Out of Africa. In anticipation of this safari I've been buying a few bits of beige and khaki and amassing them in a specially set aside part of my wardrobe. Every time I run upstairs with a new piece to squirrel away - Nigel shouts after me "I had a drawer for Africa". Yes I know - Where is Dennis when you need him?
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