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when I was in my early 20's (and that is quite a while ago too..) I spent a couple of years riding a motorbike from the bottom of Africa to the top.
The only thing I regret now with the wisdom of age from that trip was my involvement of the "culling" of wildife. Sure it was all permit based stuff and officially sanctioned and the clients of the company I worked for a time were pretty good people but you put relatively large sums of money in front of third world country officials and permits are gonna be issued for some pretty dodgy reasons.
I will be harshy judged for those things when I get to the pearly gates. One of the very few regrets I have in life so far...
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