It’s a strange existence sometimes in Africa.

We’re on our last night of a two week holiday. I just took out a plate of food for the guard who’s been patrolling our holiday house at night time. He’s a young Zulu chap. He smiled and thanked me for the bryani. Then I got a call from the security company at home telling me our home alarm system has triggered – Is everything ok? Shall we come and assist?

We’re hundreds of miles away I tell them, but sure please go and have a look. Be nice to my dogs.

They found nothing except my grumpy dogs. We never actually put the alarm on. I think it was a power cut causing all the commotion. Guess we’ll find out tomorrow.

It is so easy to cause havoc if you really want to, but we still try to control the risk. Some countries don’t have this issue.

But they also don’t have whales and zebras and sunshine and snakes and zip lines and beaches like I experienced this holiday.

Pros and cons. The grass is always greener.

Malaria and hijacking

Where I come from, malaria is seen as something pretty manageable. Treat it once it hits you – sort of like a bad cold. Obviously you will feel grim if you catch it, but the trick is not to let the risk escalate after you got the disease. Treat it quick. No worries.

Risk versus reward.

Murder and hijacking rates in Johannesburg are high – the risk is all around you, and yet millions of people live their lives accepting the pros with the cons. Make money, socialise like mad, good restaurants, events, culture atmosphere and the risk of getting shot.

At the end of the day we all die, so the risk vs. reward equation is important because it answers the question of why we do what we do.

But it is completely subjective. My comfort zone is another person’s crisis.