She had been a child of the sixties and by all accounts she was still just as unconventional now.
Through out her life she had traveled the world. Country by country, continent by continent.
She had walked with wild cheetahs and been bitten by a tiger.
She'd been to deserts where once upon a time elephants and lions had both roamed.
She had helped release leopards back into the wild.
She had been tickled by prayer flags in Nepal and Tibet.
And stood at the Ganges river as families said goodbye to loved ones during cremations
She'd roamed the cemeteries of Mexico at night during the Day Of The Dead.
She'd stood before the Acropolis and The Pyramid's
And been showered by the spray of Victoria Falls and drifted down the Zambezi watching hippos suddenly surface only inches away.
She's tended to baby elephants in Thailand and viewed the Buddha's tooth in Sri Lanka.
She'd walked through the souks of Morocco.
And visited the islands of Greece,
and had her camera confiscated in Japan by armed guards.
Who knew what she'd do in the next chapter...
