For 14 days in March of 2008 my family crossed the northern territory of Tanzania on a photographic safari. We drove in Land Rovers and flew in bush planes across the unending Serengeti plains, through the 2000-foot-deep Ngorongoro Crater and in the midst of the spring wildebeest migration. We dragged our bags between 7 different lodges in the outback and logged 30 hours on Virgin Atlantic jets. We chased zebra and ran from elephants. We ate things without knowing what they were. We got stabbed by wild plants and were told "sit down...no talking now" by a Masai warrior. During the day, the horizon was filled with 1.2 million wildebeest and at night, more stars than I can ever remember seeing. We saw both unbelievable poverty and nature in her unrelenting beauty and uncompromising harshness. We tried to learn Swahili. We were there, we watched, we discussed, we helped each other. We made friends. We did NOT make small talk. We took 6000 photos, wrote future novels and made documentary film. We learned Africa, although we only scratched the surface. We know it now better than we did. We know ourselves better. Africa is the last remaining frontier. You should go to Africa too...before its gone.