this is where we camped in Botswana.... Met two insane German
guys who were rather ecstatic about showing me their survival
kitty and ammuntion, from knives and machete's, freeze dried food, and just
downright insane military gear... I thought they were
going to the war in Iraq via Africa, but then after a day in the Delta,
realized that this place was nearly comparable to war, eat or be eaten,
and if you escaped the hippos and crocs,
you still have to wrangle with the malaria plagued mossies chasing your ass
from one end of the camp
to the other... with all that to contend with, the
damn loo was located, of course outside, no netting, and not much better
than a tree,
but at least there was a western toilet, but try swatting at creepy
crawlers whilst trying to relieve yourself of what little water you drink.
Better yet, enjoying a hot shower with soap in one eye, a bug up your bum,
snakes and spiders dangling precariously from tree limbs,
combined with wild animal acoustics,
grrr that's a survival skill.... now where are my ruby red slippers....
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