This is the signature Where's Armand? photo. In true character, he's perpetually pointing to the title of the most recent post on the blog that began in June of 2006.
Armand's last trip to Africa took place in 2005, as he writes in his annual Christmas letter:
Got back home from here (Hawaii) after last Christmas to crank up the new year. Then, big surprise: the safari I was to go on to Tanzania and Zanzibar turns out to be a gift. Allowed me to get a fabulous new Nikon digital camera (not that the camera equates with the excursion under Francesco, usually considered to be Tanzania's premier game guide - he guided Johnny Carson on several occasions - and he doesn't come cheap).
Fabulous game drives (we literally lived with lions, cheetahs, and elephants - that close), tents with electricity and showers, wonderful food. Nothing at all like the several safaris I have known until now.
Francesco guided Armand safely through his African adventure but back home in West Virginia, Armand was left to his own devices:
Home 25 February. Tripped on a chair leg, broke my left hip, called 911, and wound up in a hospital 27 February, titanium rod inserted same evening, nineteen days later walking around slowly. Did outpatient rehab for a month before walking a mile to work, a mile back.
Just another walk on the wild side for Armand. This year, Francesco guided some of Armand's ashes to rest on the plains in Africa. In honor of Armand's birthday (November 30), we'll share a short video of the beautiful ceremony in a future post.
Armand's last trip to Africa took place in 2005, as he writes in his annual Christmas letter:
Got back home from here (Hawaii) after last Christmas to crank up the new year. Then, big surprise: the safari I was to go on to Tanzania and Zanzibar turns out to be a gift. Allowed me to get a fabulous new Nikon digital camera (not that the camera equates with the excursion under Francesco, usually considered to be Tanzania's premier game guide - he guided Johnny Carson on several occasions - and he doesn't come cheap).
Fabulous game drives (we literally lived with lions, cheetahs, and elephants - that close), tents with electricity and showers, wonderful food. Nothing at all like the several safaris I have known until now.
Francesco guided Armand safely through his African adventure but back home in West Virginia, Armand was left to his own devices:
Home 25 February. Tripped on a chair leg, broke my left hip, called 911, and wound up in a hospital 27 February, titanium rod inserted same evening, nineteen days later walking around slowly. Did outpatient rehab for a month before walking a mile to work, a mile back.
Just another walk on the wild side for Armand. This year, Francesco guided some of Armand's ashes to rest on the plains in Africa. In honor of Armand's birthday (November 30), we'll share a short video of the beautiful ceremony in a future post.