I have written previously of the thrill of seeing an endangered species in the wild. There is something incredibly reassuring to actually watch nature still in action in this world; it’s a sign of hope. (Hope that Rhino doesn’t smell me …
Two kangaroos met the front of the Greyhound during the night with a resounding BUMP. I covered my eyes and whispered a prayer for a better rebirth for them and prayed like HELL that we didn’t meet a cow along the road.
