One of the many voices in my head said "You just might not get accepted, you know. You are, after all, 58 years old. They may not be impressed with my, ahem, manure removal skills." That was, incidentally, the only qualification I could think of to recommend myself for the position.
One of the more cynical voices said, "Oh, come ON! It's your money they want. Of COURSE they'll take it. I mean, of course, they'll take you since they have to get your money."
And yet another, even more cynical, voice said, "And yeah, if you REALLY cared about those elephants, you'd just SEND them the money it's going to take to fly you over there and house you for two weeks."
A chorus of other voices were complaining about the trip being long, elephants being dangerous, life on the Ho Chi Minh Trail being even more dangerous, all this being ridiculously expensive, and me being a silly hysterical wannabe adventurer.
There's yet another voice, this one squeaky and high-pitched, whiney, even. This one said,
"But I WANT to go."
Globalteer promised to let me know whether I was accepted within a week, but it was only two days after I punched "send" that the message came back: I was accepted!
NOW what?
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