Ok, so not much has happened since the last update, but the weather is far from ideal and we have some time to be silly and to blog. AND we finally decided to report the long awaited and highly anticipated (is that redundant, is that redundant?) story of....THE CHARGING RHINO!!!!!
Please, those with a nervous or of delicate disposition should turn their heads now, and not read on.

It was a dark and stormy night. All electricity was out throughout the world, well our world -the landrover Patience. She became mirred in a morass, dark, sticky, unrelenting, muddy muck. Steve sent me for help while he casually lent back and consumed copious amounts of amazingly decatent vintage champagne. I spent 4 grueling hours stumbling through the driving cold, did I mention cold, rain. Stepping in cadence to the whoops of hyaena and the bone chilling roars of hungry lion. The only help there was was a drunken night watchmen in a deserted outpost with a lazy-eye made of fiberglass, and wearing a dirty army greatcoat. He spoke no english, in fact, he didn't speak at all, but only drooled vast amounts of stinking green saliva down his stained lapel.
Christina's best english failed (suprise?) She struggled back to the landrover, back through the numbing cold and rain...and deadly animals, to find Steve safe (whew!) Happily resupplied with more champagne...and in good temper, fortunately.
"where HAVE you been these last 8 hours...I'm thirsty!" Steve yelped.
As I was unpacking my backpack (carrying more champagne for Steve) the sound like the sound of an out of control locomotive came from adjacent acacia! (bushes with thorns). I screamed and Steve took photographs of the charging rhino! It appears during my absence he had whooed the animal female instincts of this horny beast and I was now seen as a threat. It is now widely known that rhinos have a great affinity for champagne, lone men in landrovers.....and backgommon? Who knew?

Speaking of backgammon Christina finally won (against Steve, not the rhino). A photo recording the monumental feat is now in the tortoise hall of backgammon fame. By the way, Steve cheats SO SO badly. Now it is our dinner time and our time to trudge on.....