To pass the time, we would sometimes break into song. Problem was, our group consisted of Brits, Canadians, Germans, Americans and Australians. There seemed to be surprisingly little common ground musically. One day, I began a familiar little ditty, "Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale …" I don't know what this says about modern culture, but nearly everyone aboard the tanzania safaris knew the words and heartily joined our global choir.