“Never,” he replies very quickly with a reassuring smile that struggles to convince me fully.
I’ve had 24 hours to think about this and that I’m now standing at the edge of Lehr’s Falls at the Oribi Gorge in the KwaZulu-Natal province of South Africa by my own choice is crazy.
I tell myself it isn’t too late to protest and say I’m no longer interested — there’s no shame in it. My brain has already processed for the words to escape my mouth, but I hold myself back and stare into the void hundreds of metres below.
