I apologise in advance as the stupid app deleted the text for this blog so I am trying to do it from memory 7 days down the line. Grrrrrrr.... After a morning cup of tea Charlie and I set off for our rendezvous to collect the payment documents which promised to finally give us entry to the Ngorogoro national park. We wandered back from the road junction slightly underwhelmed by the small scrap of paper we had been handed by the man on the back of a motorbike, bu...

We had an early start and Charlie boiled some eggs for breakfast whilst the rest of us got packed up ready for our second day in Lake Manyara. As we stood around our fully packed Princess, looking at our watches, I failed to smell Eric's tardy arrival and he cannot have failed to overhear how frustrated we were to be waiting for him. This frustration also extended to his lovingly boiled egg which had inadvertently now been packed under a significant volume of lug...

We drifted off to sleep gazing at the constellations of mildew scattered across our ceiling, with the sound of a crowd supporting a football match sporadically filling the air with cheers and a moped driving in circles around the neighbouring township. Around 11pm I woke, aware of a presence outside the tent. Listening for a while I could make out footsteps and then, more concerningly, hushed male voices. I don't mind admitting that I panicked and numerous irrat...

We woke in the dark of early morning and after blundering around, tangling myself in the mosquito net, I managed to find my way to the kitchen and fire up the kettle. Breakfast was a swift affair and I headed out to pack up Princess Rainbow III, where I was greeted by a seemingly friendly group of vervet monkeys. Unfortunately as I was bemoaning the large colony of ants which now inhabited our bag of biltong Charlie started shouting and as I raced around to the b...

I became aware of the buses and their uncivilised honking around 530am. Accompanied by a pesky mosquito whistling in my ear their trumpeting dawn chorus made for a slightly earlier start than we had originally planned. It also became apparent that my airborne friend had had a midnight feast on my flank so inbetween sporadic bouts of scratching we finished our packing and headed up for breakfast. At 845 the Killidove guy appeared and apologised, Josh was still ba...