Neanderpundit

Today I found a website that showed me how to make a cable for my GPS, another place that had a free software download to look a the tracks.

Looking at the places I’ve been, looking at the google earth aerials of the locations.

And now I miss Africa. I miss waking up in the cool morning and putting on a kettle for tea, miss making bacon for the guys, miss drinking tea with a healthy dollop of sugared African honey. I miss the mosquito nets. I miss the smell of the bush.

I miss carrying a rifle everyday. I miss sitting down at the end of the day in camp, eating a piece of something I killed earlier that day, cleaning a rifle, sharpening my white hunter, drinking tea,writing in my journal.

When I got to Zambia my first reaction was ‘What a shithole”.
Now I long to be there again. I want to see ndola during a rain. I want to drive an airboat across the bangueulu flats. I want to see Mike Fisher and sleep in a grass roofed hut in a low dambo surrounded by impala and blue balled vervet monkeys.

I don’t know how Africa got undermy skin, but it did.

Update: because grammadeece asks, here’s a link to a picture of a vervet monkey. I didn’t take a pic myself, but this is a good one, that demonstrates their- er- unique appendages well.

I’m eating at the House of Meat.

But the sanding of the seams when tapping and bedding are the absolute worst.