My face is sunburnt

Just a quick thing to say I'm in Maun, northern Botswana.

And that my face is sunburnt (it had to happen sooner or later).

And that Michael Jackson is dead.

Thank you.

Ian.



PS, I'll do a proper update soon, with photos and perhaps a video, but Internet here is painfully slow (remember what it was like in 1997?)

Kalahari Ferrari

Ladies and gentlemen, please meet my new car....

Colin!


I'll be heading off up North next week as soon as I extend my Botswana visa. I would headed north a week or two back but I've just spent the last fortnight with some mystery illness that even the doctor didn't know what it was. So that culminated in injections everyday last week, which did sort out the problem, whatever it was, but has left me with a massive bruise on the hand because the nurse didn't quite know what she was doing.

So the last couple of weeks haven't really been exciting, and I'm still at Ciarons house in Gabs.

However, now I have Colin (I thought of calling it Patsy but it just didn't suit) I went to Molepolole today....

This one's for you Alex....

.... Molepolole is NOT the same village I knew 10 years ago. It seems to have expanded quite a bit but felt a lot smaller than when I was there (does that make any sense?). Also, even though the Mafenya Tlala Hotel burnt down years ago, I made a visit regardless and they've now built a massive shopping centre over it. Urgh.

So I came back to Gabs where it is now pissing it down. Isn't that nice?

Tomorrow I'll be heading to Mokolodi so there might be some photos in the next blog. Probably.

Ian--