Escaping the puff adder

Hi friends -- I'm back in Maun for a few days and finishing up my safari life stint in the remote wild of botswana. I hate for it to end! Below entries are a couple of things I wrote about camp experiences. I figure I'll add them to my blog so you can get the flavor of my life in the bush.

I tell you it was over-the-top grand. I'll have a lot to contemplate when I move to my little cottage on the Boro next week. I'm not sure how I will manage without the wonderful staff around and the many guests I've met, who've ranged from a professional clown to a UN adviser on climate change and architecture. As if to complete my introduction to truly wild life, yesterday marked the occasion for me to watch a puff adder slither away. Now i can say I have seen black mambas, boomslangs, a cobra and a puff adder. Pythons were nearby a couple of times, but I didn't have the pleasure of meeting them.I happen to work with a woman, however, who once pulled a problematic python out of a trough in front of men who were chicken. Even she was surprised to see that snake turn out to be longer than she was tall. It started wrapping itself around her arm and the men had to extricate her. It takes some kind of guts to be that kind of heroine in the bush. I cannot count myself among them.

Thanks for your notes and well wishes by snail mail. They arrived by mail bag on our bush planes, and when any of us received mail in the camps it was a red letter day!
more after I come back from my next assignment.