I crawled out of the diminutive door of my beehive this morning, sorry to let the experience go, but not wanting to prolong the inconvenience of the unconventional. We slowly drove out of the game reserve, rewarded by seeing a crocodile swimming with most of its head out of the water, evidence of its pulling a kill in its mouth, although we couldn’t see what. Also, Duane stopped by a seven- or eight-foot-tall termite mound created in less than a year. Not too far along the highway, we stopped at an excellent set of cooperative self-help craft stores called “Gone Rural ”. I found some brown and orange flat mats (meant to be placemats), which fulfilled my souvenir goal for this trip. And I fell into temptation over a cheerful printed infinity scarf (red, white, gold,
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