
It was my 22nd birthday just two days ago and every time we would leave a bar I kept thinking "Holy S***, I'm going to Africa." Well it's noon, five hours before my flight, I'm "packed", Ben is sleeping downstairs before driving me to the airport, and I still can't stop thinking "Holy S***, I'm going to Africa."
Adios.
wish you safety.
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Good luck! I know what you mean about the "holy sh*t" moment. Felt that way when I left for Guatemala!
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