Day 2 in Etosha started in a grumpy mood for a good half of our group. I'd slept on my own in my tent, after leaving the youngsters sleeping out by the watering hole. As a result I had to cope with the crickets in and around my tent all night solo. My book bares the brown stain from squashed cricket juice.
When I went down to watch sunrise by the water only 4 remained - I'd like to call them die hards, but based on the minimal sleep they had I'm going to go with fools. The sunrise was pretty despite all the groans and lack of sleep winging from behind me. Brekkie eaten it was game drive time.....
I was in full on animal watching mode - giraffe was my first spot - 7 of them making a lovely silhouette against the purple sky. Wildebeest followed, Ostrich, black faced Impala after that. The heat was starting to pick up - Lion remained elusive. Time for a swim at one of the park pools - and a pint of beer courtesy of a still tired Alex. The afternoon followed a similar pattern only the temperatures were hotter and the outdoor sleepers even more drowsy.
What happened next some people might describe as taking advantage, I'd just describe it as making shrewd decisions with a clear head. our table had Jodie, Tarzan ( über guide) and sleepy Alex on it. We got into a discussion about Music, one of the guys mentioned the Killers were Australian. Spitting out my diet Pepsi I laughed out loud - they are American you fools was what my head said, my mouth actually said erm no I think you'll find they are American. Both alpha males decided to be adamant about their Australian origins. Knowing I was right I decided to stake a bet on it. If I won I wanted a cup of tea brought to my tent for 3 mornings as soon as I woke up ( 5.30am). In return we agreed I would light Tarzan's cigarette for 3 mornings and he got up an hour before everyone else. Jodie's conditions were a little harsher- the tent had to be packed up for 3 mornings, Alex accepted and asked for the same.
The Alpha males were very, very confident. I could already taste the tea. We decided we couldn't wait til we next had Wifi. A text to my mate Ross sealed our victory. Boom!
I set my alarm at 5.30am - no sign of tea. Where was my tea servant? Late was the answer - the tea was delivered at 5.34am
Tomorrow I'm going to request he leaves the tea bag in longer and brings a biscuit
It's called continual improvement Vernon.....
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