Thanks everyone,
the problem with posting this,
is that it makes me start to itch for a trip back to Botswana..and I am too busy right now to go there
I remember an electrician of recent British descent, on site at Dinaka a couple years back.
He was too frightened to sleep far from the house. He therefor would not sleep in those tents.
He would sleep inthe lodge kitchen that just had swinging doors seperating it from the dining room, which in turn had only canvas rolled down to keep nature at bay.
He did not want to die alone. He thought the owner would hear his screams if he slept nearby. He would go to bed with deo cans and a lighter at his bedside -O -O to make a flame torch if need be -O -O .
I could not resist waiting for him one night in the dark , for his return to his lodging.
A few shuffling noises made by my feet in the sand had him scream like a girl -O -O
