Its still almost dark, the light from the sun is on the horizon. The birds are singing. You can drift back to sleep, but the sounds of the camp won't allow that. You can hear the pots and pans clanking, the smells of the kitchen are drifing into your nose. Sleep is impossible. It's cold as you swing you legs out from under the blanket. You suddenly thing to check the floor for snakes or scorpions. Sliding into your sweatpants and moccasins the sounds of the morning greet you. Smell the mopane fire? Not as big as last nights yet, but it beacons you anyway. It seems sinful to leave that warm comfortable bed, but the fuzz is in your mouth, no doubt caused by that last sundowner last night. The bottle water sits by the sink and you are hoping that the friendly PH didn't put hot sauce into the toothpaste. There is a knock on the door, and you are please that today you actually beat the guy up. First time in a week. Sliding into a jacket you walk down the dirt path, smelling the cool of the night and the awakening of the day. The chair by the fire is just about where you left it last night, and you settle down into it as peter brings you a cup of hot coffee. Not really coffee, it's that instant krap, but it'll do. At least it smells like coffee. You can hear a lonely hippo calling from the waterhole in front, you can almost smell his breath. A distant call from the hyena spurs your hearing. Fred, your PH comes up to the fire with his traditional cup of tea. Offering him coffee instead, just cause a grunt. The smells from the kitchen grow stronger. New birds are singing, There is a call from the lion far away. The bush has its own odor. Peter is bringing eggs, bacon, toast and mango juice. Those smells awake your stomach, and you realize that you are hungry . The sun is rising and has the smell of the heat of day with it. It's going to be a grand day, remember it? Smell the roses?

I remember it and I smell it. Thanks Butch.

Argh.... Stop it please...

I'm trying not to get worked up or the day's will go slower until Aug 21

Butchloc,

Why I live in Africa. Very well written and I might copy that if OK by you?

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Peter is bringing eggs, bacon, toast and mango juice.

Just for the record, I ain't bringing you guys squat!!! Unless of course there is a huge monetary reward at the end.
Peter.

I'm sitting in NYC at work and that was just what I needed...thanks!

Butch,
Thats just what I needed today..Thanks

He's at it again! Keep writing!

very good. do more of the same!

Butch,

I really wish you had not posted this. I am starting to really get the itch to go back to Africa. I been able to keep from scratching, but your post is making me want to scratch the itch so much more. As everyone here knows the only sure way to stop the itching is TO BOOK A SAFARI!!!! THINK I WILL HAVE TO GET SERIOUS ABOUT SCRATCHING THE ITCH.