The lady at the camp gate asked for my permit and was a bit nonplussed when I said I had already gone out and failed...
But what can one do? So brave Richprins made a plan and bought some tea and went to sit on the lawn and watched the gate for signs of progress from a safe distance!
Very pleasant indeed!
It was quite absorbing and a bit cartoonish, as every now and again a vehicle would scream across the low-level bridge looking purposeful, and then scream back again. A bicycle even formed part of the action!
Triing triing!
RP: "Leachy, I'm going to be late for lunch, as we are being held hostage here at Croc! Don't be afraid!"
le: "What lunsh?"
DW: "You ish not allowed tea!"
Anyway, spot the aminal!
Eventually it seemed that normal traffic had resumed, as the locals had won the day and taxis came streaming in across the bridge. So after hiding my laptop and camera in the spare-wheel area just in case I departed at speed, my 4th trip through the gate for the day!!
After an uneventful trip back to Marloth I was rather surprised to find a shocking array of empty beer bottles etc strewn around there, and water spurting all over the place. It seems leachy had taken his supervisory role of Dwarf extremely seriously, including libational support.
But we had a nice lunsh and went home the next morning!
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