Midmorning, things are a lot quieter, as though all the animals are sleeping in. On our way to Halali, the camp we're staying at for the next three nights, we eventually found the game out in the veld having a delicious buffet of grass and shrubbery. Yummy as that sounds, it's more than we've had for breakfast. Seems Kev was quite serious about his no-eating rule. Personally, I think he's playing with blood sugar, but we'll try his experiment and see how it turns out.
We're not sure how busy the waterholes are in the early morning because Kev's finally running on African time, and we're lucky to get away by 10am (our time, 9am Namibian time). He slept until 8am this morning - ten hours after falling asleep (almost half a day)! For the same reason, we've been unable to check out any nightlife at the rest camp waterhole, which is lit up at night - gotta get to bed early! If I'm not sitting in the car on the lookout for game, I'm lying on my back reading a book by torchlight while my husband gets his fourty winks. Perhaps, with all this inactivity, I might find that I don't really need to eat after all.
When he'd finally risen, we quickly disassembled our camp, piling everything into the back seat. We've completely given up on the dusty canopy now. We just folded everything up neatly so that we can set it up quickly at our new site. Kev's plan is to drive straight to Halali, Etosha's middle camp, so that we can choose a good spot before all the tour busses of Italians show up. After a quick shower, we'll go hit those waterholes again. By then the sun will be high and the unreasonable temperatures will begin dehydrating those creatures unlucky enough to be dressed in fur and leather coats. Maybe it will even get hot enough to drive a rhino to drink, since the only one we've seen has been too far to film.
Hold thumbs for us! :)
