In 1979 I headed North from Croc Camp headed for Serondella on the banks of the Chobe River. I had been to this place before, on school holidays, but this time I was headed there to set my tent up under a particular shade tree that I knew, and set about trying to paint watercolour paintings using the materials I had brought from Durban. This all happened 40 years ago and I can't remember whether I was serious or not about the painting. I remember knowing that I had to spend as much me in the kind of wilderness that I loved before it all disappeared, but that I also had to have a good reason for being there. Learning to paint stopped me from thinking that I was wasting my time. This was to be the beginning of several very tough for me financially. I did everything on a shoestring, lived hand to mouth, pretended to be a professional artist and got painfully thin. But I did experience wilderness freedom in a way that is impossible now. Actually, looking back I must have been completely crazy!
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