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January 2018
The belly of our plane grazes the dry bed of Ewaso Nyiro River, scattering vervet monkeys in its wake. For me, nothing beats the exhilarating, yes-to-life high of flying over sub-Saharan Africa in a private plane. But this blows your average airstrip-to-airstrip transfer out of the water. It’s about as much fun as you can have wearing a seatbelt.