Woken up at 5.30am this morning by loud humming of generator belonging to a large gathering of Seventh Day Adventists who are camped nearby. This was shortly followed by torturous and garbled rantings of their pastor over a PA system for about an hour. (Tip to Pastor: There is no need to shout into microphone.) This rude awakening was exacerbated by major headache from hangover. (I ran out of tonic water last night and was reduced to filling the remainder of the glass with gin...). I have nothing against Christians but this morning I am thinking maybe the Romans had a point.
Elle's friend and associate Robin, is arriving by bus from Windhoek this morning to pick up his Toyota Landcruiser which he was forced to abandon here, after his engine cooling fan splintered into a hundred pieces. He studies Wild dogs sometimes called 'painted dogs' because of their markings. Elle also got a text message from her trainee Calicious this morning to say his cousin Euster, who has been ill with the flu, is 'in serious condition and losing power' and needs a lift to the hospital in Katima.
Caprivians are by nature the gentlest of people but they are very expectant of help. Not a day goes by here, when one doesn't ask for something. A lift in the car, food, money etc. It's hard to refuse because they don't have much and you want to help. But the word swiftly spreads that your a 'soft touch' and before you know it, everyone and their cousin is beating a path to your tent flap.
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