The Choice Between Losing You Soul or Your Life

It's an interesting time we live in. One day you are breathing in the noxious fumes and being covered in the dirty deposits of the putrid oily air whilst averting and escaping the sex traders of Bangkok and the next you are walking with the survivors of Noah's arc now resident in the eight and a half million acres of the Great Limpopo Frontier Park of Southern Africa.

I don't want to talk about the horror of Bangkok today as the dollars of the western scum visiting this city encourages fourteen year old girls into sex shows and slavery.
I don't want to tell you that every true Thai citizen I met was ashamed and repulsed by this industry for which Bangkok is now infamous and as a consequence didn't think much of the spirit and ethic of the western slime that entered their once beautiful city like death crows from the heavens. But such is the price of globalization and the ever pressing need of humanity to run as fast as possible to be part of the first world, to where everything we have learnt over fourteen million years is discarded to replaced by some new Baal to adore.

I needed to see pure air, breath smog free sunlight and desperately required a good scrubbing of my soul, to put it short I needed to recover from the Apocalypse from which I had escaped, Bangkok.

Whilst travelling the four hundred kilometres to the park I reflected on my past global travels and it dawned on me that if we in South Africa decided not to get on this bus of development and life with the Jones's, but pooled our efforts on keeping our country free of man made rubble, subscribing to as minimum material progress as possible, concentrating on ethics, sound morality and sustainability we might, within the next fifty years be considered as the most advanced nation on earth. Isn't that a strange and paradoxical thought!