I went to Africa and all I got was this lousy T-shirt...

but memories to last a lifetime. Yesterday was a true African experience. To start off the day Jamie and Danie came back home and as we all peeked out the window, we saw them back up to the shed- a sign that success was had. While I'm not much for spending any time in "the shed" I had to take a peek at what Jamie brought back to camp. Today it was a zebra.

After gathering our things we were off for a family outing. The first stop was a game park (this one with cages so not as wild). After watching some lions cuddling and playing Jamie and I got into the cage and petted some tiger cubs. Posting this photo was necessary if for no other reason than it will make his mother have a fit. ( :

As I am in the middle of writing this, one of our group came back and we see he has cuts on his face. He and his PH just outran some elephants that surrounded them and were charging. The cuts were from running through the bush. True story.

Okay, so back to the original story. After we left the animal preserve we headed down to the Limpopo (croc infested) river that borders Botswana. There we set up an outdoor picnic beginning with (Jamie's) gemsbuck liver appetizers (you will have to ask Jamie whether these were good or not) and game burgers.

Next on the list was to climb "a big rock" where I heeded the advice to watch out for snakes. On the rock we watched the sun set and headed back home. During supper we watched baboons grab oranges from under their orange trees and then proceeded to fashion bats out of sticks and go nine innings while we watched (okay, had you going there for a minute, didn't I?) Truthfully, after supper the whole "family" went for a night time game drive by spotlight. It was difficult to divide the time between looking through the bush to spot game or to just gaze into the beauty of the star-filled night sky. How will we ever leave this place?