Movember meets reluctant tash wearer...

Trip Start Sep 15, 2012
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Trip End May 01, 2013


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Friday, November 2, 2012

Up and on the road for 7am. We stopped along the way to collect firewood and had a good laugh at the photo evidence from last night! Apparently, Tom had slept walked in the night and had pissed on his and Sarah's bed, Bobby swapped his Munster top for some African work clothes in the pub and now had some regrets and some of the group had really struggled to remove the permanent marker! Some hadn't quite succeeded - Jane still had 'I am a penis' written on her leg...

Steph made the mistake of falling into a deep slumber on the truck and awoke unaware that she had been given a large permanent marker moustache to make up for the one she refused all of the previous night. It didn't hinder her - she went grocery shopping, walked around the town, bought lunch all without incident - the rest of the truck however were almost bursting trying to stifle laughs for the rest of the day.

As we drove away from our lunch stop, Paul spotted what he thought was Alun outside some shops - we figured that as we were driving away at some speed we should alert Peter that either Alun's twin brother had turned up in Africa or we had left him behind. The latter turned out to be true and Paul set off to rescue Alun, who ran back down the hill as fast as his little legs would carry him with a somewhat panicked expression, earning Peter the prestigious title of 'Dick of the Day' - a title which is awarded each day to the worst offender and earns the privilege of carrying Simones wooden zebra around their neck for the remainder of the following day. We usually have quite a few candidates.

After all the hilarity, we arrived at the Great Zimbabwe Ruins (Zimbabwe means 'Great House of Stone') and did a guided tour of the site. The over-paid and disinterested guide looked like she would rather be anywhere else but there and talked so quickly that we gave up trying to understand what she was saying. We were amused, however, by a drunken stag group of Zimbabwean men who had decided to tour the ruins whilst intoxicated and were trying to (not so) surreptitiously listen in to our tour. It was pointless in any event - they didn't even understand her - what chance did we have! Irrespective, the ruins were pretty impressive, big dry stone walls and tribal enclosures where lots of artefacts had been found.Impressively we were able to camp right outside the ruins and watch the sun go down on the large stone monoliths on the hill in the centre of the site. That, and the naughty monkeys chasing each other and trying to steal our dinner...!

We pitched tent and fell asleep early - excited for Antelope Park tomorrow...
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Tash on

Omg! Reluctant Tash wearer made me chuckle!! Brilliant!! I saw the title of blog and thought, who is wearing me?! Some bloke said the other day "my Tash is sweaty" and I said no I am not you insensitive prick!

Can't wait for movember to be over to be honest. People keep talking about me and it's making me paranoid.

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