In case you can't view the video or can't understand the narration, here's what I'm reading:
Some days I feel like getting on a plane and flying to Africa. I'd disembark in Nairobi and drive north through the savanna, the baobab and acacia, the giant migrating herds and the packs that follow them with grumbling bellies until I get to the highlands of Ethiopia. There I'd hang a slight right at Addis Ababa, still heading mostly north until I get to Dessie. There it'd be another right and a 150 miles where I'd stop there in the desert, pick up my phone and call my wife to say, "I'm in Djibouti." I think my life would feel complete then and I could die, finally, without regret.