I've started to realise, while talking to old friends or new people I meet, my stories are becoming less and less believable. Like how my dad survived being stung by a fat tailed scorpion or how I nearly stepped on a black mamba, and was near shredded by a leopard I was tracking, and was giving water to a cheetah who nearly had my neck, and the list goes on. Point is, THESE ARE ALL TRUE STORIES but I worry I'm becoming 'that guy' who has stories about everything and is a total bullshitter. Even my friends who witnessed my leaving of the land of Eng and heading toward the Namib are starting to doubt my achievements. Hell the only guy who honestly believes me is said el padre, who was stung by said dangerous scorpion and hence was therefore with me. Damnit don't make me start on my snowboarding stories! I am not full of lies! I'm just THAT INTERESTING!