Woke up this morning to a pounding headache having overindulged the gin last night. Tried to walk it off, accompanied by several biting flies determined to add irritation to my lack of well-being. Any romantic notions of living in the bush are quickly dissapated by the realities. It's hot, dusty and full of insects which bite, sting or just annoy. I'm covered in mosquito bites despite regularly spraying myself with repellent. Elle assures me, that the mosquito population will become exponential next month when the rains come.
Elle gave a talk and presentation last night to a group of bushmen last night, who are currently employed on a week long 'game count' in the region. Using her laptop, she showed them photographs of the lions, hyenas and leopard at the 'baiting' site captured on the remote camera. The 'bushies' thought the pictures were very amusing for some reason and there was much laughter and 'clicking' chatter.
Earlier in the day, I visited a beautiful, thatched lodge on an island, complete with its own 'crocodile pool' (This is an wire mesh enclosure in the river for human bathing, as opposed to pool full of crocodiles!) Getting to it was a bit of a mission and involved wading across three hundred yards of almost waist-high water to get to it. Quite nerve-wracking as its just the kind of place that a croc might be lurking. The irony of crossing a potentially croc-infested waterway to visit a 'croc pool' was not lost on me.
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