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Cosmic Breadcrumbs
Lessons from a Journey on Three Wheels
As my three friends and I wrestled our three-wheeled vehicles through Africa, we would often joke about the surreal nature of our mission. Every day, we were snapped out of our dusty, tired routine by scenarios that gripped us by the collar and demanded a moment to assess whether we were indeed, just tripping balls.
“Imagine… it’s all just one big shared DMT experience, slumped together on some couches at a party.”
“Yeah, and we’re about to sit up and say ‘What the fuck! I tripped we were driving three-wheelers through Africa!?… and you were there! And you were there! We were called Tuk South and we got chased by elephants, stuck in salt pans, and spent a month on a mountain in Malawi.”
These conversations were often stirred up by the otherworldly light, conjured during an African sunset. The colours of everything saturated to the extreme.
The lilac-breasted roller transformed from a bird into something out of Alice in Wonderland. The Baobab trees, with trunks one hundred people could not encircle with their arms, seemed to glow gold and emit a low, rumbling hum.
