I am still seeing baboons in the fields beside the roads. I don’t like a baboon in any shape or form. Big fanged, red-bottomed, back-pack stealing creatures. These ones are Chakma Baboons, not sure what that means...don't care. You know, here’s a reason to dislike baboons. All the private game reserves are surrounded by electric fences (nothing like a canned hunt, but whatever, thats another story) Baboons are smart enough to realize that some fences will hurt them, and some won’t. How to know which is which? Well, throw your baby at the fence. If it dies...the fence is electric. But, the sad part is, the mother will then carry her dead baby around for a week or two, and mourn it. And on that cheery note, lets move on.
Next stop, Ronnie’s Sex Shop. Why, yes, yes I came to Africa to see the land, and local flora and fauna, to learn about the people, the culture, to try the food, and, well....
Actually, years ago it was just a store called “Ronnie’s Shop” and his friends decided to prank him one night and added the “sex” and it ended up that people were stopping there by the hoards, and so he ended up keeping the name and turning into a bar. And now it’s a huge tourist attraction. Plunked in the middle of nowhere.
In the fields we are seeing all sorts of game. Eland, kudu, springbok and ostriches. It’s very cool to see them all just being their wild selves. Below is an eland, the largest type of antelope. Behind it is a male ostrich.
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