If you are reading this, it means I didn’t survive to tell my tale. It all started on a crisp, clear sunny day. Passepartout and I were making magnificent timing on our adventure around the world. I was certain we were going to make it back just in time for me to collect my 20,000 pounds. As we continued to float over the continent of Africa all of a sudden I had a brilliant idea...an African safari! Passepartout detested saying we would fall behind on time however I ignored him. All of a sudden a strong gust of wind blew us far south. Passepartout's complete lack of adequacy to handle out hot air balloon almost made me spill my chardonnay!! Finally he ended up gaining control of our balloon and we landed safely in a little clearing on the ground in Ghana. We got out of our balloon and walked over to others waiting to go on safari. Passepartout and I introduced ourselves to the other ten guests, jumped into our assigned automobile and waited for the adventure to begin. The sights were absolutely splendid! The elephants, the monkeys, the lions! Everything was going just as planned until our automobile hit what felt like a large bump in the road. Our guide immediately stopped the car to make sure everyone was alright. After apologizing for what seemed like forever we continued down the trail. The tour guide sped up to try and catch up with the automobile in front of us. Everyone was laughing and having a good time until...BAM! We hit another bump this time the force was so much that I went flying out of the automobile and smacked my head on the ground. Apparently everyone was too busy checking to see if they were okay that they didn't even notice I had fallen out! My head was throbbing and I couldn’t open my eyes. Everything went dark. When I woke up I was tied firmly to a stake in front of a large fire in the middle of the forest. I quickly looked all around looking for an escape. I quietly began to rock back and forth to loosen up the ropes tied around me. From the light of the fire I could see tribal people make some type of food. It smelled absolutely divine. It appeared to be some sort of chip made from what looked like a large banana. From what I remember in books I’ve read, it is actually called plantain. My captors were slicing it into thin pieces before dropping it into a pot filled with boiling palm oil. After a few moments they removed the thin slices and laid them on a palm leaf where they then sprinkled cayenne and ginger spices on them. I had to have a taste, but first I had to get out of here. At that moment I heard a quiet snap, I was free!! Careful not to make a sound, I began crawling over towards the palm leaf that held the delicious treats. I popped one into my mouth and tasted absolute perfection. I began putting a few into my pockets. At that moment one of the tribal men looked up and began shouting to the others. I immediately turned and began running into the dark forest. I kept running trusting that my feet would lead me in the right direction. I could still hear the tribal men yelling and screaming behind. Ahead of me I could see the glimmering moonlit on what appeared to be water. Without hesitation I dove in. When I resurfaced I noticed the men had stopped a ways back from the water and began running back in the other direction. It was then I noticed 4 sets of yellow eyes swimming towards me, and then disappear underneath the water. That could only mean one thing…crocodiles!! I tried to look for anything to pull me out of the water, but it was too late. The hungry reptiles pulled me under. Although I did not survive to tell my tale, and personally share this delicious snack with you, I hope you enjoy Phileas Fogg’s spicy safari chips. May every bite remind you take you on a daring adventure!
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