#10 Journey Through Africa: Still in Transit
Last night was my lasts night spent cuddling up to George. Unfortunately the slant of our tent was such that I kept on rolling away. With Julita swapping tents for the last few nights me and George had become tent-mates. However, today we're back to the usual arrangement of me sleeping with Julita and George being on her own - and yes - I did mean to say her own - since George is actually Georgette and our trainee tour leader that rejoined our truck in the Delta.
Today has been one of those long drive days and for
some strange and odd reason most of us, well at least me and Greg, have been suffering from what I would call glupawka: a condition of the mind that surfaces if your overly bored or tired where you act like a fool, laugh at everything, pester everyone and just can't control yourself. I don't know whether it's the fact that we've barely seen the sun today (it's been the first day in over a month when it's been cloudy), or simple that we know the end is near and can no longer tolerate the drives. I started the day by pestering Julita, poking her, reciting polish nursery rimes - what's the one about na straganie, w dzien targowy, takie slyszy sie rozmowy... we couldn't remember the rest of it. But Muzynek Bambo made us laugh so hard that our sides nearly exploded.
Now I've progressed on to learning useful Italian phrases from a phrasebook that Greg discovered on the truck. Things such as: Lei si sono uniti tra consanguinei, forse? (Are you inbred, by any chance?); Se foste due volte intelligenti, ancora sareste stupid (If you were twice as clever, you would still be stupid.); Lo penso ho fatoo un passo su qualche cosa di sgradevole. Si, e il vostro paese. (I think I might have stepped on something unpleasant. Yes, it's your country.) Sc***ta (****)... Greg on the other hand has been trying to master the pronunciation of these by buzzing through the intercom and asking Rommy, our Italian guide, whether his insults are understandable.
Just one of those days... South Africa should only be a few kilometers away.
Today has been one of those long drive days and for
some strange and odd reason most of us, well at least me and Greg, have been suffering from what I would call glupawka: a condition of the mind that surfaces if your overly bored or tired where you act like a fool, laugh at everything, pester everyone and just can't control yourself. I don't know whether it's the fact that we've barely seen the sun today (it's been the first day in over a month when it's been cloudy), or simple that we know the end is near and can no longer tolerate the drives. I started the day by pestering Julita, poking her, reciting polish nursery rimes - what's the one about na straganie, w dzien targowy, takie slyszy sie rozmowy... we couldn't remember the rest of it. But Muzynek Bambo made us laugh so hard that our sides nearly exploded.
Now I've progressed on to learning useful Italian phrases from a phrasebook that Greg discovered on the truck. Things such as: Lei si sono uniti tra consanguinei, forse? (Are you inbred, by any chance?); Se foste due volte intelligenti, ancora sareste stupid (If you were twice as clever, you would still be stupid.); Lo penso ho fatoo un passo su qualche cosa di sgradevole. Si, e il vostro paese. (I think I might have stepped on something unpleasant. Yes, it's your country.) Sc***ta (****)... Greg on the other hand has been trying to master the pronunciation of these by buzzing through the intercom and asking Rommy, our Italian guide, whether his insults are understandable.
Just one of those days... South Africa should only be a few kilometers away.
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