Billyf, Hugh, Salamanda
thank you for following this rollicking report.
Rayk, Micheal, Sundowner.. the confession is yet to come
Dotty, something like that with a twist
Charming, Atlanta joe.. when I needed to find a pen at some point of my trip, (to write down Moose's phone number), I dived into my side pocket in the car.. aha
out came a toothbrush.. and then another.. I failed to find a pen
indeed, there is an absent mindedness that astounds even me.. as you will find out later.
Needless to say, I left G'teng with not too much leaway for mistakes, it would have to be pretty low flying. I entered in Phabeni Gate and did not even have a chance to use my camera. Even keeping just below the speed limit with few stops, I was a few minutes late
Eveyone was very kind. Genuine apologies go a long way to preventing sour moments.
The booking in was smooth and much to my surprise, I seemed to be the only person needing help.
At this point, let me introduced our kind mod, Dinky Bird. I had phoned DB a few nights before and told her that I was looking forward to camping, but a bit concerned about putting up my tent on my own.
DB, generously offered Hawk.
I love it when people are so generous with their SO's talents.
I did find DB, and Hawk did kindly help. DB, let me tell you is a "master" at offering advice and giving instructions. Without her, Hawk and I would never have managed
It was a time when I realised what else I had left at home.. my fan
I had placed it neatly and tidily next to my front door, and no doubt it was still neatly and tidily lying next to my front door.
If I tell you that it was hot and humid, I would be making an understatement. While erecting the tent, we had been soaked with perspiration, despite the falling darkness.
After supper, DB and Hawk went to bed.. not so MM.. it was far too hot and MM was on a roll.
I walked to a place I love to stroll at night. I so often see bushbabies, ellies on the banks of the river ... I love to listen to the sounds of night, the owls, the call of the nightjar.. the soft murmer of voices.
This is the place I visited in day light.
It was quiet, surprisingly quiet. I meandered around a while, trying to ignore the humid night, until.. I had to accept that it was time to find my way home to my tent..
next installment: MM gets waylaid.. and a late night confession.