He can't stop looking at the "anmawls"; I can't stop looking at him.
Peak: I've done a few safaris in the five years Jonny and I have been coming to Zim, but never overnight and NEVER as successful as the one we just did. Not only did we see huge herds of elephants, yawning hippos and lurking crocs, but we couldn't believe our luck when we spotted a pride of 16 lions. They were cute and terrifying in equal measure: the fuzzy cubs play fighting and the largest lioness stalking our truck and nearly jumping in the back.
Pit: let's just skip over the obvious and go right back to me old fave FOOD, shall we?! My sister Martha and her husband Ezra have been bigging up the local safari hotel's cream teas for DAYS. "They're so good! We had them last time. Loads of cream! Let's have them on our last day". So, before our three hour drive home with seven people crammed into a five-seater truck, we stop in and order our scones. "Jam!" I was thinking, "cream!". Much excitementings. I had that thing where you've been talking about - and craving - something for so long, nothing else will do. Guess what turned up, my friends? Bread rolls and butter. The waiter actually had the audacity (the audacity!) to think THAT was a close enough culinary cousin that he didn't even need to notify us that the scones (and cream (and jam)) had run out.
So day 299: I'd be lion if I said I wasn't still craving a scone