This is me when I was about 5 - pants up around my ears as was de rigeur in those colonial days.
I'm at a place called Ngomokarera which
is a huge granite outcrop just outside of Harare. It's a magical spot -
literally as the local Africans believed it has deep spirtual
significance.
And this is me some years later; a peroxided surfer and absentee student - a stage when I was giving my parents nightmares.
I was given a car which I promptly painted much to my father's horror.
I became thus a target for the South
African police who were sure that I must be carrying the University of
Cape Town's drug supply.
I survived, became respectable (I think)
and found myself up in Cairns, Australia where I can be seen on the
fantastic beach close to my house. Only problem is that the occasional
crocodile chooses to share the sand with you which can make swimming an
unnerving business.
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