More done.

I may never leave this place, but just spend the rest of my life trying to sort this thing out.

Writing. How quickly one reverts; larians is in Norway so I am getting up late to work, going to bed very late, drinking too much coffee and getting no sleep. Add to this my diet of curry, cheese with grapes and rice krispies and I am particularly fragrant company right now.
I need to sleep. And then I need to return to Botswana.
But OK, I get that my kitties would not be happy there. I also get that I need to make an appointment with the dentist and the doctor plus buy more feliway. Also,my mind will be refreshed if I go out and stop staring at edits etc.

But no. Right now I must sleep. What I do tonight when I am wide awake in the pre-pre-pre-dawn is  something to think about later. Knowing me, I'll make a cup of coffee.

Trailer days

Ours was a wayward trailer. Admittedly the sand tracks of Savuti might not have been particularly suitable, but it did break away twice on the road as well.  Our guide bodged it together cheerfully, and everybody mucked in, including the 78 year old west country farmer who turned up on safari to do a spot of fishing and bird watching. Above on the right is the  breakfasting elephant having a laugh at us. These were early days,during which  getting out of the land-cruiser in the presence of a beastie was still regarded as dangerous; our guide's grandfather had been killed by an elephant years back, and he warned us not to get too comfortable around them. But by our last night,  a huge bull elephant had taken up picnicking right  behind the camp loos, and we just lived with it because there was nothing else to be done. Besides, he was a nice chap. We rather liked him.