With my tent finally rolled and stuffed into its bag, my sleeping bag hastily shoved back into its sack and my sleeping mat semi-deflated, I was ready to get back on the truck. Jerry cans were topped up, water bottles filled, the cooking table was stowed away and the camping stools were put back into their lockers. Tiny - heaving, secured the gas cylinders and Jules, with Gooses help - put away the gas burners. With a grunt I reached up and shoved my tent back into the tent locker with its other companions, all bearing names such as 'Serengeti, Zambezi, Windhoek, Killi etc. The bag carrying my tent poles went in next followed by the bag containing the tent pegs and flysheet. Wiping my hands on my shorts I picked up my sleeping bag, mat
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