Camping recipie to try:
- Butternut squash
- Sweet chilli
Empty out pits from squash and drain juice. Stuff squash with feta et al, wrap in tinfoil and throw in your campfire.
Turn every just now.
Journal entry from Day 12 24 October 2008
A bunch of honey badgers were after our trash last night and freaked everyone (me) out.
Today we saw loads of giraffes. There weren't any really good photo ops but it's just as well, since my camera is nearly out of battery and there are still two more days before I can charge it.
The foliage in this part of Botswana is brutal. Sharp sticks, thorns etc. and dry beds of thistles. It's very uninhabitable.
As we drive through the desert on the “roads,” the sticks slap into our vehicle (since there aren't any windows) and hit and scratch us. Yesterday was purely a game of, “avoid the branches to save your eyes,” drive.
We're now in our third National Park. Moremi.
I'm really sweaty all over. Just absolutely gross.
The roads haven't improved, but we did see a whole pod of hippos, more elephants, eagles, zebras and giraffes. So... it equals out.
I HAD A COLD SHOWER AT A RANDOM REST STOP!
Except I didn't have soap or a towel, so it was more of a cold drenching. And since I couldn't dry off I now have some uncomfortable wet marks.
No, scratch that. They would be uncomfortable wet marks if I had any regard for my general appearance. You know, in normal life where regular hygene is viewed as important. This is some alternate reality where I couldn't care less.
At the rest stop we made bunwiches for lunch and I am so satisfied. The bun was even brown, which is a first for me in Africa. For some reason, up until now, I could only find white bread.
I guess we have another long day of driving, stick avoiding and camping in the lion-infested desert. I wonder what the plan is for tomorrow?
I think I should go to bed early tonight so I can get more than five hours of sleep. iPod to the rescue!
Speaking of games, this is a good opportunity to post this video of a game I played at the beginning of my trip in South Africa.
I was told it's a real South African game.
Objective: Spit the poop the farthest
Rules: Don't step over the starting line, don't swallow the poop, must take a swig of Vodka prior to spitting but post putting the poop in your mouth
I think I won, but I never got a prize. The ranger told me the wind caused my poop to fly but I argued I'm just really good at spitting.