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..Which is why I am sat here, natch. Too tired to think straight. Wandered London looking for safari gear, but my god, this stuff is ugly. Neutral colours for the bush, airy enough for the heat of the day but thick enough for mozzies not to bite through, and loose enough to take sweat away whatever that means, plus a fleece for early morning/cloudless nights, no blues or blacks cos tsetse flies love them, really hideous trousers that unzip to become really hideous shorts. Some safari fashionista insists white is key, even if it only lasts 10 minutes on a game drive, plus that within one's rucksack one brings three pairs of shoes (closed boots, sandals, posh shoes) 4 x trousers, 4 x long sleeved shirts, 4 x tee-shirts, 2 x fleeces, three scarves, some pretty gloves (what?) two hats (one broad-brimmed, one beanie) three pretty dresses, all the underwear in the world plus full make up, binoculars, camera and supplies, one set of random antibiotics, immodium, anti-malarials, eye-drops for dust, sunglasses, and as much bug repellant and citronella incense as you can carry. One sensible thing she mentioned was that if you discover a bat in your tent, best get medical attention as you might not notice that you have been bitten. How she left out instructions for a classic going-to-the-doctors outfit beats me.

I have a week after the wedding to find this stuff.

Ah, the wedding! Why am I not talking about it? Because let's not touch a tender magic before it happens.

See you on the other side LJ .