In the morning, we took to canoes in teams of 2 and rode rapids and weirs. All of us were soaked and half of us were covered in mud, to boot.
I ended up being one of those covered in river mud, having stepped off the canoe into some very deep sand when we tried to come ashore at last.
After a braaied lunch, we were taken further up the road and deposited onto quad bikes, which we rode through some very hairy terrain indeed.
On the river, we were circled by an eagle (Ave Aquila!), stalked by a legavaan, and peered at sullenly by a human seated on the banks. A monkey was also watching us apparently, but I was so concentrated on not fighting the water that I didn’t see him.
On the quad trail we passed a lone warthog and entire herds of cattle, mixed Brahman and Hereford, who weren’t inclined in any way to get off the trail. Good for them. The grass had burnt badly in a recent fire, and that had chased away much of the free roaming bokke. Vervain was growing by the cave mouth, though, and loosestrife of all things seemed quite comfortable in front of the camp toilets.Hecate would have been happy to see the masses and masses of Datura all along the banks – enough I dare say to poison a dozen corporate Fraud Departments.
Eventually,dirty, wet and very tired, we all made it home in Time for Tea.