I just finished reading Wild by Cheryl Strayed. After the death of her mother, Strayed finds herself astray (she changes her surname to reflect her state of mind). Seeking escape from her grief, she spontaneously decides to hike 1,100 miles of the Pacific Crest Trail. Alone.
It’s not set in Africa, but I felt as if I were hiking every steep, difficult step with her; wearing her too tight boots, and carrying her too heavy pack. Strayed dumps her heart out on every page of Wild, and in the end nature’s magic heals her wounds, and allows me a wonderful wild wandering.