It began at about 0130. Ill again. Stomach cramps and lots of retching. Really rather nasty, and exceedingly uncomfortable. Apart from the discomfort, the things that annoyed me most were that here I was in a plush hotel room and unable to enjoy it fully, and also that I was not going to be able to partake of the breakfast which came with the room price.
Departure was late, 1000. Maryke explained that this was arranged to allow those who had taken rooms to enjoy them to the last minute, since checkout was also 1000. Leaving the aircon behind, and stepping into the 35 degrees C, it was immediately apparent that I was about to part company with the breakfast orange, the only item that I had been able to face. Three technicolour yawns later, I was in the back seat with sick bucket and paper towels. Three hours only to go. Praise the Lord it wasn't one of our 14-hour days.
We arrived at Bundi Camp to see Benji waiting for us. Benji is the other AiF truck, to which we must transfer to undertake the SA legs, as Malaika for some reason does not cut the mustard for taking fee-paying passengers on public roads.
While the crew prepared the changeover, many of the group undertook a 'one-hour' canoe trip, beginning at 1500. Feeling a bit crook, and seeing the temperature still holding the high thirties, I passed. A massive blessing that I did, as they came back over two hours later, looking fried. No-one was all that thrilled with the organisation of the jaunt either. I heard words like brewery and piss-up being freely used.
It was Ken's 65th today, and he had bought champers and canapés for a 1830 get-together. Another thing I felt I has to miss; discretion dictated that no food at all should pass my lips. It's a long day tomorrow in Benji.
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