Yeah, that makes sense.
I'm going on a safari in a few short days, delicious reader(s)- this jungle escapade will be followed up by a New Year's rager in Tanzania (feel free to swing by, I assume I will have beer and some kind of salty snack). I have no idea what to expect whilst on safari but I assume that at some point I'll meet that dude from The Gods Must Be Crazy.
Looking back, I've had a pretty good New Years run over the last few years- partying cliff side in Santorini, dancing until sunrise with those two Russian girls in Boracay, almost getting blown up by an M80 in Chang Mai last year . . . I feel blessed. And also a bit wobbly.
If I don't get eaten by hippopotamuses, swallowed whole by anacondas, or kidnapped by Dr. Moreau, I will be posting about my amazing adventures in January. Tune in and feel the love.
Happy Holidays, and give your significant other a fanny pat for me.