As the sun melted into the horizon, the sky awash with pink and gold, I found myself at the wheel of a small automobile. The manic lyrics of a Talking Heads song came to mind. In fact, it was as if David Byrne himself was next to me exclaiming: “This is not my car. This is not my beautiful wife. How did I get here?" In truth, it wasn’t even my country, nor its sunset. This was Botswana. And the car belonged to Suzuki because we were the brand‘s guests for what was pitched as an unforgetable Suzuki Jimny Safari. It was my wife though, and we were on this particular adventure together.
We started in the parking
