Part 1 – Murphy and Peter Adams dicked around Wakefield then visited Peter’s sister in Dubai. They flew from there into Joburg to hang with Waldo, whom they’d met on the Mongol Rally. From there they drove across South Africa full of beers, belts and spaghetti and rode the Garden Route into Cape Town.

Part 2 – Cooney and Drisdelle flew in to Cape Town and everyone piled into an absolutely badass, double-diesel, off-road, camping equipped Ford Ranger we nicknamed Belinda. We drove North into Namibia to Sossusvlei, Etosha, and the Skeleton Coast. Across the four points to the Okavango Delta in Botswana. Over to Victoria Falls, through the Kafue, and ended in Lusaka, Zambia.

We ate a lot of interesting game meats, met a lot of interesting locals, saw a blood moon eclipse, had a river run in with an elephant, a hippo almost capsized our boat, hyenas stole some shoes, fed a honey badger, and we met the most interesting man in the world. Safari animals everywhere and watching them was mesmerizing. We spotted the big five, had a few major run ins with some of them. Everything about this trip was as epic as it fucking gets.