(Francoise shows that fence who's boss)
Most challenging day thus far. It started sedate enough when we took the ute to go collect bottles for recycling. We went past a huge iron gate as big as the Black Gate of Mordor to a nice little Afrikaan's house (complete with maid) and the hundreds of liqour bottles there kept in a shed. We filled up the ute and took them back to the reserve to recycle.
Then it got 'Survivor' like. I foolishly said a challenge would be good so Francoise and I for my rash statement were dropped literally miles from the house and made to wander the perimeter of a huge section of the reserve fence with naught the right tools to fix anything. We were plowing through thornbushs, rocks, bones and wasps for hours in the blazing sun. I started to get fearful as we were all alone in a huge plain but for a few curious BlesBok. We finally got to a shanty house and a padlocked gate so we jumped that and toiled up several kilometres of dusty road back to the house. The seasoned workers on the reserve acted like we had just been for a Sunday Stroll as we howled about how burnt and wasted we were.
Then we had a Conservation 101 class and booking of tours for the weekend.
Roll on said weekend.
Rowr!
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