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In the Kgalagadi Trans-frontier Park, shared between South Africa and Botswana, the Botswanis have provided no facilities there apart from long drops and a shelter for the tent. I saw my first Kalahari storm there and it nearly blew our camp away. Eric (my guide then) and I were running around retrieving everything from the tents to the kettle. Sand was everywhere, teeth, food, my precious hat, lenses . . . panic. Then, grabbing the camera I realised that there was all sorts of activity going on around and started taking picture of the various scorpions, mice and other small animals thrown into disarray. As I ran around with the camera in the wind and rain, I heard Eric calling out for help in gathering the stuff back together and ignored him totally. He got his revenge however. The following morning the water can was covered in African bees sipping the drips around the lip, not one or two but around forty or fifty. As I was filling the cool bottle Eric came up and slapped the jerry can a few times with a cheerful "Hello". In the ensuing chaos I tried to preserve the thought that bees only have the one sting and that they would avoid me if they could. Eric's apology never quite washed clean. |
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