Walking anywhere was a precarious affair and poor little Sean had found himself in the same situation twice in a row, in the same spot. Shoes, feet and legs, if not all working in harmony, can be a bad combination when it comes to sludge and the poor boy had decided that, after his two slips and thuds, he doesn't like camping anymore.
I told him it was just a test we were all being put through. That it can't always be dry and sunny. That we have to learn to deal with different situations and we can, when we have to. When I asked him how long he had been camping for his little eyes lit up and he said since he was three years old. He said he has been to many places and partaken in several field courses so he knows quite a bit about the great outdoors. Just imagine, he may very well grow up to be an inventor of equipment for people who haven't mastered the art of mud treading! Watch this space over the next thirteen years...
It was quite amazing to see many seashells in the sand there.
through Mopani forests, where the trees range from saplings to fully matured.
Bushcamping at it's best! Nothing! A makeshift loo was set up with strict instructions to make sure all paper was burnt and buried in the hole afterwards.
Everyone just had to take their own seat along but it wasn't the most pleasant experience. Digging with Doug was the better option but Johan had apparently had the unfortunate task of picking up and discarding "liefies" that had not been properly buried and so this system was implemented.
We wedged ourselves into an alcove that was surrounded by Golden Orbs suspended by their giant parachute webs. They were everywhere!
Without much else to do we sat and relaxed, reading, chatting and admiring the scenery. Lichen and unusual beetles...
We decided that with it being so humid we would settle for a light supper of Avo, tomatoes, boiled eggs and biscuits instead, and that made for a pretty wholesome meal, which was very satisfying without being heavy.