Monday, November 12, 2018
Kidazora Camp, Day 3 - Nov. 11, 2018
Breakfast time. First sighting of the day.
Morning has broken like the first morning, Africa has spoken like mankind's first home.
Linda is already for another day’s outing.
This morning we are visiting the closest village. Closest being relative.
Looking up at the ceiling of one of the houses.
This a house, Pat, one of the camp guides is constructing. The bricks are made from termite mound dirt mixed with water and formed using a plastic jug with the bottom cut off.
The kitchen. Food is cooked over a wood fire in the small ring.
People with more money build houses of cement blocks.
Everything on Pat’s property, he has built himself. His aim is to have houses his friends and relatives can stay in when they visit. He has a fiancé who who will marry when he has finished his building and saved enough money to provide for her and give here and their children, they already have one daughter, the life they deserve. His long term goal is to become the chief of the village. He is a young man with a plan for life.
Roughly translated the sign says, Don’t ask to buy if you have no money.
I know that dancer!
Everyone got into the act.
Like I said, everyone got into the act. And not to tell tails, but as acclaimed the groups dancer with the most hustle in the bustle. Linda never did take any photos of my moves, I suspect they were so awesome she was paralyzed, sort of like a bird in front of a cobra. Delusional Bob.
Actually she didn’t take any photos because she took a video of my what ever it was called.
The little girls were so cute as they shook it up.
Linda bought this tiny basket bowl that Gracious made from grass.
Life simple pleasures.
Mt little buddy. We had fun together while the ladies danced.
Why we travel.
You win, I’m out of here.
Basket close-up. I would be in big trouble if I didn’t post it. Smart Bob.
A correction. Yesterday I posted the elephants tear the bark of these trees sharpening their tusks. Not so. The tear the bark off these trees because they love to the eat the bark.
Baobab tree killed and partially eaten by elephants. Eventually they will eat it all, then they will kill another one.
Lifting a limb of the Baobab tree. They are extremely lightweight.
K.T. showing how to make a noose trap to catch a bird. As a boy one of his jobs was to snare birds for the family’s supper. We were in awe as we watched him take some stringy wood from the dead Baobab and turn it into this trap.
The trap is set. He had Linda reach for the bait and the trap sprung. No fingers were lost in the demonstration.
Art photo by Linda. She didn’t have a clue how she took it. And so ends another great day in Botswana.