Why we changed Wendy’s name to Windy

It was day three. We were on our afternoon game drive, minus one person: Wendy. She was tired, so decided to stay behind in camp and take a nap in her tent. But camp director, Laura, had joined us in her place. wendy

The forecast for the afternoon was clear skies, or so we thought. The wind whipped itself into a frenzy as rain pelted us in the safari vehicles. (They do have a top, but are open-sided, which doesn’t offer much protection when the rain is aiming at you sideways.) We grabbed the rain ponchos from beneath the seats and, depending on one’s priorities, covered ourselves or our camera equipment. I wrapped up my Nikon DSLR real good. So there we were, hunkered down, waiting for the downpour to let up when a call came over Laura’s radio asking her to come back to camp. There was a mention of “a problem” and “wind” and a question of who was in tent 6 (or tent 5 – I forget which was which). Bobbie and I were in tent 7.

One of the jeeps took Laura, along with Pat and Mike (the occupants of the questioned tent number), back while the rest of us puzzled over the cryptic communication. But we were assured that everything was okay.

Yeah….the same wind and rain storm that hit us, hit the camp. We returned to the incredible story of the wind gust (or whatever it was) that carried away tents 5 and 6 – one of them with Wendy in it. She had been laying on her cot, sleeping, only to awaken as she was being rolled up with the tent and all its contents – kinda like a burrito. Pat & Mike’s tent just blew away – they never did find all of their stuff. (Here they are before their tent decided to visit Oz.) pat_mike

Thanks to the wonderful camp staff, Wendy was quickly rescued, or should we say “unwrapped.” Crazily, she was found underneath her cot but the cot was still upright; no one’s quite sure how that happened. She was shaken, but uninjured, so continued on with us on safari…minus her toothbrush. tent_debris

So, what’s it like camping in the African bush?

The safari companies treat you well, that’s for sure. Despite the relative roughness of our campsite in the Moremi Game Reserve, Okavango Delta, it was our favorite place of all the accommodations. bedsThe cots were very comfortable, the tents breezy, and fresh water drawn for you from the river every morning…all nice & warmed up to wash your face. They’d even heat up the afternoon shower water delivery but, trust me, in that heat and after a day’s activities, it was so much more refreshing to stand underneath a cool shower.shower (Those poor guys – carrying all those buckets back and forth from the river!)

Then, of course, there was our outhouse bathroom – attached to the back of the tent so we didn’t have to go outside at night.

Oh, and to show you just how warm it was, here’s a picture taken by our fellow traveler Xandra, of a thermometer her and her mom had up in their tent. This was late afternoon – after the “room” had been neatened up and the staff zipped up all the flaps. (We never figured out why they did that – we just unzipped everything when we got back to cool the tent back down.)

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We interrupt Africa for…South Korea

…and zombies!

Horror movie aficionados, zombie movie fans, subtitle lovers, have you seen “Train to Busan” yet?

South Korea’s first blockbuster zombie flick, it came out last year and had a good run in U.S. theaters (although I managed to miss it) and has also won some awards. There’s even talk of an American re-make, but don’t wait for that. You can easily find it on Amazon Prime or Comcast’s On-Demand, etc. That’s what I did and it was fantastic! Loved it. When’s the last time a zombie movie made you cry?

Run to your computer or tv now. Well, first pop yourself some popcorn and find a comfy seat. If it’s chilly, grab a blanket. Okay. Settled in? Type “Train to Busan” in your search window. Even typing “Snakes on a Plane” uh, I mean “Zombies on a Train” will get you there too. You won’t regret it. In case you need a little convincing first, here’s the trailer:

 

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When you have 1700 pictures from a safari, it’s hard to choose what to share and what stories to tell.  Animal tales? People tales? The wind storm? Our sun downers? The leopard gnawing on a rib cage? The lioness with her cubs?

Decisions, decisions… A quick scroll for photos that caught my eye came upon this youngster in the process of standing up, looking a bit like an awkward human teenager. I know a few people who just LOVE giraffes so here she (he?) is:

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