Life Overseas

Most people will refuse outright to do their private toilet ritual under the nearest Acacia tree.  Mostly the Ranger gets blamed for pushing large amounts of alcohol down their throats, on the six hour game drive.  No matter what, if you need to go, you need to go.

Ten guests and myself experience a rather average game drive, the tick-list slowly showed some ink, but nothing very exciting. We where driving down a road that was almost covered with foliage and the visibility was not good at all, when one of the ladies asked me to make a bathroom stop.

Well, I am a professional with foresight and I am always prepared, this time with 2ply toilet paper, a bag for the toiletpaper and wet wipes for the hands.  I handed her all this and pointed to the nearest Acacia tree. She looked at the tree and she looked at me, but before she could say anyting the warning cramps reappeared and she decided to take the walk to the tree.

Everybody was warned that it they even dare to look in her direction, she would make the trip home a living hell!  Everybody turned their heads the other way and looked at some imaginary bird species.

Halfway through the process I decided to sweep the area with a quick glance, just to make sure there where no dangerous animals in the area, after all the lady was in a rather vulnerable position.

I spotted trouble, but not in the form of an animal.  Twenty meters behind the Acacia tree (with the croucing lady under it) was another Game vehicle and Murphy made sure it was full of intoxicated men.  They all had their binoculars firmly focused on the crouching lady under the tree!

We must have spotted them at the same time, because the next second the lady screamed a high dicibel scream, just to draw even more attention to her humorous predicament. Well, lets just say: lady will trip and fall if she attempts to run fast with panties around ankles…………..