So there must be something about Harleys 'n Huntin'! Our flight out of Dulles to Johannesburg was full of hunters, and several around us also ride. Must be the redneck mentality--ha! 'Course I almost got lynched when I voiced my Democrat learnings! Our flight seemed endless. After 7 hours, we stopped in Dakar, Senegal to refuel. From Dakar to Jo-burg was another 8. I thought I was being so smart to "borrow" several ebooks to put on my mini computer, but I ran out of juice after 2 hours, so now I'm desperate for reading materials. Have to buy a couple of paperbacks somewhere!
It's probably Murphy's Law that worrying about something will surely cause it. So as I was the only one concerned about checking my bag, of course it was my bag that didn't show up in Jo-burg. After waiting for an eternity I headed for the baggage question desk. While waiting for my turn to give a local address I noticed a pile of bags nearby. I continued to stare at the pile until it dawned on me that my bag was in that pile. So I left the line and wandered over there. Sure enough, my bag was there--in the pile of unclaimed baggage!
We got through customs check, gun pick-up, and money exchange very quickly and loaded into a van for a LONG 4 hour drive up to camp. It is in Limpopo Province, between the towns of Baltimore (!!) and Tolwe, near the Botswana border. More about camp tomorrow....
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