The invitation was for an all paid, all girls safari. It landed in my lap via an acquaintance. Of a friend’s mother. There was no time to think, the plane to Hoedspruit was leaving. So I grabbed the last seat.
At the other end, the “girls” turned out to be a group of five - all of them pushing 80 and beyond. They’d been bosom buddies for “millennia”, they explained. Widowed, one and all, they were here for one last
