We arrived in Camp on time, sort of...
Stark and Uncle Blacksheep had struck up a firm friendship miles earlier in the afternoon, which remains to this day! They are both computer types!
UB: "Do you like beer?"
St: "Yes!"
UB: "We are now friends!
"So we caught up, sort of, slowly...me having a face to face meet with my mom and Auntie Fixit, plus Stark and family, plus the Ranger couple! In fact in this camp everything happens slowly and restfully, to be honest...
I've been to almost all the private camps/bushveld camps in Kruger...Roodewal is a cut above, maybe all the trees? But time slows down...
RP: "So, UB, Broken arm?"
UB: "Yes...do you like beer?"
RP: "Yes!"
And so on...
There was plenty of space as the units were underoccupied, obviously, after cancellations... For some reason my mom and aunt refused permission for Blommie and I to share a room, so she was banished to the female quarters elsewhere, crazy stuff...
Anyway...
There was some sort of problem, so we braai'd all the meat at the furthest chalets. I think it was because our family had the first "kosbeurt", and everything was stocked in our fridges? Wish Stark would pitch up here to refresh the memory!
This was irritating:
The braaier was broken, so needed a brick to hold it up...not nice while paying so much for the camp!
Surprisingly, I burned my hand quite severely....the old "switch the grid using the handle while the handle has been in the preparation fire" conundrum...
But I am used to this, so stuck the hand into the deep-freeze for a while...works very well!
) I think it's okay to be late. 
