Muzungu camp
This was my home for eight of the days I was in Africa, a little spot we like to call Muzungu camp.
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Since there were seven muzungu, we had a whole herd of scouts, skinners, guards, and trackers. We also had all the comforts of home. Here’s our shower:
and lest you think “What, no crapblogging?” here’s the crapper.
More on that later.
Best part about the crapper, incidentally, is it faced the one and only entrance into camp, so you tried not to have to cop a squat when the trackers or trucks were due.
Dude! That’s the freaking Hilton! Get rid of the tents, plastic chairs, and the rest of the bullshit and that would be a sweet spot.
Yeah, it was the lap of luxury, no doubt.
Looks like some of the camps on Ragbrai. Less the bush. Glad you have a good time and looking forward to more pics. Shower and sit down shitter are after all the hall marks of civilization.
The crap of luxury, more like.