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From the old man who takes in orphaned animals in the Amazon rain forest to the director of a polar bear jail in Manitoba, these stories of people the world over will fascinate, inspire, and ...
From the old man who takes in orphaned animals in the Amazon rain forest to the director of a polar bear jail in Manitoba, these stories of people the world over will fascinate, inspire, and fill you with the itch to travel.
The author-illustrator describes some of the most memorable people and places he has encountered in his travels.
I want you to come to Botswana," said Syd as we stood in my Brooklyn studio looking at paintings I'd done of African wildlife. "I want to take you into the Kalahari and have you meet the Bushmen. I want you to do a book about them." Syd probably knew more about the Bushmen and how to find them in their nomadic wanderings than anyone else in Botswana. He was their good friend, sharing medicine and meat from his hunts and helping them in any way he could.
Six months later I was sitting in a Land Cruiser on the Ghanzi Highway, a soft sand track heading into the Kalahari and back in time. The Land Cruiser slipped and slid, leaving a contrail of dust for miles. Baboons gazed at us, barked, then bounded into the bush.
"What are the Bushmen like?" I asked Syd.
"Charming little chaps," he said. "Still living in the Stone Age."
We drove into darkness, then pitch-blackness. Syd had been driving for hours by then; he seemed hypnotized. Nightjars — nocturnal birds — appeared in the headlight beams like messengers from the underworld. Finally a pinprick of light appeared in the blackness.
"Roger's camp," said Syd. "We'll spend the night. Got to do a little engine work. Don't like the sound of it."
We pulled into a compound of corrugated tin and cinder block huts. Flashlight beams bobbed toward us, with disembodied voices behind them laughing, shouting out greetings. English, Scots, South African accents — thegeologists at Roger's camp.
The lights danced about and settled momentarily on a golden, high-cheeked face, crowned by a jackal fur cap The image tookmy breath away.
"Who's that?" I asked.
Syd unfolded himself from under the hood, looked, and smiled. "Oh, that's Ebonini, our Bushman tracker. Beautiful, isn't he?"
Touch and Go. Copyright © by Ted Lewin. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.