I don't like cricket...I love Terrorhawks...
Trip Start Sep 15, 2012
136Trip End May 01, 2013
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We arrived at Zebra camp by lunchtime and set up camp marvelling at how short our journey was in comparison to recent days! Tomorrow, however, it all changes!
Vikki started scrubbing our 'smalls' in the washing up bowls while Paula wrote up the final couple of days of the travel blog, we've been very remiss with keeping it up and had 10 days worth of text to catch up on...........what better way to do washing up and blogging than with a nice cold bottle of Kilimanjaro, except the fridges in Africa only seem to get put on for special occasions so a warm beer had to suffice.
After finishing the blog Paula joined Vikki to finish scrubbing the clothes, it was only when we pulled out the clothes from the clear water at the end that we realised the whites were dirtier than when they went in.....sod it , we packed it in at that point;
Finally time to relax and join the others in the riverside bar (a sheltered room with some nice plastic chairs, a few tables and a cupboard with a fridge in it), there was a tree overhanging the side of the bar that overlooked the river, and on looking closer Paul (him and Lucinda are the couple from Hull) was quick to point out to us five small black shapes hanging from the branches of the tree. On closer inspection we saw that they were BATS !!! cutest little hamster faced bats hanging upside down and waiting for night to fall so they could bat their little batty wings next to our faces as we walked home at night.
Vikki got called over to the river by Alun, a local had caught a mixture of fish from the river including catfish which Alun later questioned as being catfish at all. However after seeing how fresh the catch was we decided to buy it and democratically voted as a group on how it should be cooked for dinner later that night...
Vikki thinks all garages in Africa are called 'Lube Bay'.
Paula experienced her first 'crouching poo'.
Insitigated by Anand, a few of the guys kicked off a game of cricket on the dusty patch outside the bar.......as time went on Paula joined the frivolities and after some time elapsed Vikki looked over to see Paula climbing a tree barefoot to retrieve the ball that had got lodged up there, unfortunately without success, she did however come back with a number of cuts and grazes .......Vikki treated the patient with some lovely stinging anti-bacterial gel and plasters to ward off some dodgy african tree-bourne infection.
Dinner was lovely and everyone had a few drinks....and a few mosquito bites (locations by the water are a nightmare!) Chatting away after dinner we discovered that Pete the driver had a claim to fame (squeals of delight from Vikki); his mum was the puppeteer and voice of Zelda from the 'Terrorhawks', the show we watched as kids! Chrissy, you'll remember it - we used to be a bit scared of Zelda and her 'soldier balls'! Vikki almost went balistic when she heard this fact, it was as if she had just met the son of Kermit the Frog!
The whole camp got to experience the commotion.....yelps of excitement subdued and off to bed early after a few vodkas! Thank God, we have a horrendous start tomorrow and a long journey to the coast ahead!!!
Note: never climb spikey trees barefoot x