Some children go on a travel adventure – at one point they are being chased by a lion while driving in a sort of Land Rover and someone throws a shoe at the lion and hits him on the nose – illustration shows lion knocked on his butt with a swollen nose.
A few years ago I read a book about a young man from South Africa during apartheid who would risk his life to travel back and forth over the northern border to Botswana.
He travels to Botswana and becomes a gardener for a woman who lives alone. He is black and she is white.
I read the book within the last 10 years and it has stayed with me. I don’t remember the name or the author, but I think this would be a good book for my book group to read.
I read this memoir in my childhood in the 80’s or 90’s. May have been paperback, may have been hardcover, and it was not a new book when I read it. Was possibly only published in Australia or Europe (my friend got it from her Auntie in Western Australia, but they are of British heritage so it could’ve been from there, too).
Woman in the mid 20th century decides to drive her Defender across Europe and Africa, working as a nurse along the way. She settles down but eventually gets restless and decides to keep going, driving her Defender back (or maybe it was around the rest of the world?).
I read a book years ago about a person who went on a solo safari in Africa, riding a bike painted like a zebra. The only other things I remember are that he got charged by a rhino, and he purified water mostly by boiling or with iodine tabs.
This was a very short story that was read to me when I was a child in the early 80s.
The story was one of many in a collection in one book. My mother seems to think it came from Reader’s Digest.
I believe there are 2 or 3 black boys who are trying to cross a river in Africa when a crocodile came up through the water at one on them. The water was muddy so he couldn’t see it coming. The crocodile grabbed his leg then his arm. The croc had him in a death roll. I forget how he got out of it, but the boy survived to tell the tale.
This story had me on the edge of my bed when my mother read it to me.