Since Gigi had to pull out of our trip at the last minute, we agreed over a tearful glass of wine, that I should continue as planned without her, but choose a replacement XT girl, to accompany me.
Strangely, a whole host of blokes thought it would be simply fantastic to traipse around Africa for 3,000 miles for three weeks on an XT, with a girl. We were inundated with applicants for the job.
Having whittled out all the young ones (well,
what do you expect, a girl can't be expected to spend 3 weeks in a tent with someone who looks better than her waking up!), and all the ones who couldn't make it, but applied anyway (go figure!) - I finally settled on the Yank.
I promise it had absolutely NOTHING to do with his cute blue eyes. After all, when one chooses a riding partner, it is about skill and compatibility. I wouldn't DREAM of replacing my trusted Gigi, with a frivolously chosen XT Girl.
Importantly, John likes jerky and I do too. Just HOW important this turned out to be, will be revealed later - when I recount how my crappy planning almost caused us to succumb to starvation.