When Patrick Sinclair sits on the plane to South Africa in June 2015, he has no idea that his life is about to change fundamentally. He is an entrepreneur and lecturer – and actually happy in his home town Cologne. Four years later, he emigrates to Cape Town. Africa has never left him.
Three great adventure journeys from Cape Town to Zanzibar
“The spectacles of nature left me speechless, the wilderness and the safaris breathless. The vastness of Africa made me feel at peace and the people made me feel radiant in my heart. In the meantime I have arrived. In Africa. In South Africa. In Cape Town. And in myself – because only now do I understand that there is only one place where one can arrive, and that lies deep within oneself. This is my story.
A search of tracks in Africa.”
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Original Book in German …
“We left Victoria Falls behind and crossed the border into Botswana. We were somewhere in the middle of nowhere on our way to the Okavango Delta. There we set up camp for the night, on the ground in the middle of the wilderness, in an almost magical place. I fell asleep happy and relaxed – under the endless starry sky of Africa.
Then, in the middle of the night, I awoke very lightly, as if a soft noise or a new arrival had gently woken me. I felt that there was something behind me – and to see that something, I had to put my head far back in my neck. And imagine: There is something big behind me – something very, very big. In the glow of the full moon it looks more white than grey. It is a mighty bull elephant, probably weighing around six tonnes, looking at me calmly with its gentle eyes.
I was lying on the ground only three metres away from him. And even if I had been standing, I would still have fit between his front legs. He had spread his ears to look even bigger. Ears shaped like the African continent…”
