Franco, Jacques, Willem, Eric, Ian, Hanri, Itumeleng, The Musketeers , Star and her youngs, Masego and a lot of others
My rotten times...
ah! my sh... times... it took me a lot of patience, love very, very strong Kgalagadi to not farting cable ... although ... I manage to have the blues, not to make dining for a week and then the worst happened

One night, like every night at Grootkolk I wait patiently in the dark before the little door of the patio, a visit at the waterhole ... I get up to get something to drink my flashlight in hand, make a quarter turn ... and in the lamp beam ... a Puff Adder ...at less than a meter ... it had to go to one side or the other of my feet and for once I did not move at the right or wrong time

All the names are mixing in my head ... Marco, Mario, Pietro ... FRANCO PUFFY! I take a picture, wasted, a second a little better, not easy to have on hand the flashlight and camera and stay on my guard. Franco arrives, catches and carry it not too far away, at night it's not easy, he uses both hands to carry the monster, he throw it away, she made two or three turns in the air before to flatten on the floor with a thud ... she's in a coma for a few hours, she will not return anytime soon. The next morning she disappeared. Every night, in addition to Franco, I carefully search around my cabin to make sure no surprise would make me a cuckoo. But from that moment, I operated almost like a jackal: a look around me, every 2 or 3 minutes
