My god, the stories I have to tell.

First, to answer somebody's question from last time--I'm not quite as far in the savanna as all that. I'm staying in an enclosed educational park near the village of Maun, a tourist hub into the delta and other national parks. On the plus side, no predators in the park (I don't fancy being woken by a hyena outside my tent), but the downside is that it's small and there's not a huge amount of work. Anyway, there are several internet cafes in town, and that's what I'm using to update.

I'll try to tell the stories in detail later but for now a taste:

--surviving a baboon attack in Moremi (on my stuff, not my person, thank god. And, aside from a few teeth marks, some tears in a brand new tent, and the lovely scent of baboon, no real damage. A word of caution, however: child safety medicine bottles are not also baboon safe.);

--the world's worst tour guide; seeing giraffes sleeping, hippos swimming, zebras running (and running with zebras), and lots and lots of elephants! I ADORE elephants;

--learning that Hakuna Matata means "No Worries" in Setswana (the local language);

--learning that they weren't kidding about having clicks in this language, and trying to learn to say words containing the sounds;

--making s'mores with 9 people who'd never tried them before (they loved them);

--being the only white girl in an African night club (I was quite the spectacle--people were fascinated by my dancing. And, had I wanted to pick up a guy, I could have had my pick. Yeesh.)

--more about the world's worst tour guide;

--visiting the police to report the world's worst tour guide...

And I still have a week left.

So fun.