Ah, those cute children at Bana Ba Letsatsi. They are loving and quick to throw their arms around me or grab my hand to walk with them. I can't possibly keep up with the mound of Wet Wipes needed for the aftermath. So today I woke up with what appears to be pinkeye. Thank you, Maun children of the perpetually runny noses. It is winter here, after all. I'm volunteering in a germ factory.
And early tomorrow I'm off to my bush assignment at Savute. I'm sure those guests will be happy to see someone in my condition rushing to greet them as they arrive from the airstrip. Dark glasses from here on out....I'll let you know on the flip side if, from behind my shades, I finally see the elusive cheetah.
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A magical flower
The guide squeezes this flower and it squirts water like a water pistol
Cathy and Joe Wanzala
They couldn't wait to paste the Obama sticker on their car
My main man
Ernest is my trusty cab driver who blasts music as we make our way through Gabs
Ted Thomas, man of intrigue and style
My friend, Ted, and his wife, Mary Ann, hosted a Safari Send-Off for me in Austin and treated me to a special mix of African music that already a UB student and a professor want to download.
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