The Floor-ed Rift Valley

The wild is my sanctuary. It’s where I feel the most at peace, where my mind winds down to a perfect harmony and clarity; where I can stand or seat still for hours and only be concerned that there wasn’t enough time to take it all in. It’s the expanse, the diversity of flora and fauna, the beauty, the seeming miniature nature of our existence in perspective, the contrasted savagery and yet unity, the resilience, the ingenuity… All of it, that somehow resonates deeply with my core.

After a long 2014, I was fortunate enough to spend two days recharging in the 1,510 squared kilometre Maasai Mara: one of Kenya’s… correction… the world’s, most astonishing game reserves. There is certainly something prehistoric and reverend about the spotted grassland with a staggering per capita concentration of wildlife. The warmth of the people, simultaneously, makes you feel like you are exactly where you belong.

I was disappointed by the “execution” of the wine list at the establishment we stayed at. Initially, intrigued by the diversity it boasted in writing, it turned out they only had about 40% of the wines in stock. What use is a list that shows more of what you don’t have than what you do?…