Fruit Bats crying from the trees at night. Mourning Doves growling softly from the trees by day (google them! Its worth it) Mukolo Camp is now our home. Friendly, relaxed smiles and waves from people who walk miles for water and basic food. The highlight of the day is a boiling hot shower to wash the dust off and clean feet before bed.
Our resident hippo, Humphrey, is a friend of Eeyore. They share a sad face and less than brave disposition. We watched a whirlwind cross the flood plain, bending grass and reeds as it swept closer and closer towards us. As it crossed the river it turned into a water spout and headed for Humphrey, settling precisely over his head! He ducked under the water to escape the vortex and as soon as it had passed he lurched out of the water which had betrayed him, and headed for land. No sooner had he got to safety than the resident Namibian Wolfhound, Timmy, bayed a warning and chased Humphrey into the reeds to cower as much as a 3 tonne hippo can!
The roads in our area are very good and call us to explore. Names we cannot pronounce promise nothing but a collection of homesteads and a conservancy office with a central ‘entertainment hut’ that sells beer, airtime vouchers and may offer a snooker table out of the hot sun.
Itchy Feet! 