
(What's the point of cleaning your car when you are alone and know it's going to come back filthy?


Day 1 Part 4:
I was in a positive and experimental photographic state of mind (Or concussed and suffering from heatstroke...either way...) and surreptitiously took this pic of this massive diamond-like vehicle following me around, using my rear-view mirror! Probably some sort of hit squad, but I skillfully evaded them!


And then the glory of a summer's day in the bush sunk in, and I chanced my arm at a scenic shot:

To be met with this little family under normal unenhanced light conditions at James' Windmill:

Warthog mother: "Stand still, kids...I don't know this vehicle but something seems fishy...

Piglet: "Something smells like hops?"
WM: "Yes...we've had a lot of problems with baboons escaping into the Park lately!"
Piglet: "Don't worry, mum, he seems innocent and kindlyt! Hello, Uncle baboon!"
RP: "Baaart!" (A combination of burping and something else...)
Warthogs: "Eeeekkk!"

Anyway, slightly less impressed, I continued and enjoyed the magnificent scanery along the Croc River:

And crossed the then-operational Mbyamiti "narrow water" bridge...
Only to see more animals running away from me!


Major Louis: "Quick! Hathi has warned us about this possible terrorist threat! Make for the hills! I heard the "Baaart" a while ago, now I know what it signifies!....Hide yourselves!"
So I just pottered along, until reaching the approaches to Croc Bridge...sort of a new chapter to the day, and wondering which nitwit would be awaiting me there first!?

