Up at 7am( a sleep in woohoo!) to see off the Frenchies. They were visiting a glass factory before heading back to the border, naturally I passed on that activity and headed back to the nest or to be more precise the hut. The french word for a warthog is 'fak uo share'.I must have heard it about a thousand times over the past week, I thought they were arguing with each other in the back of the jeep when I heard it.. Must admit my opinion of the French has become a lot more positive now but Thierry Henry still deserves to be guillotined..
I'm hoping that today will be a nice relaxing quiet one- I'm free until lunchtime anyway, so time to get horizontal again!
Grabbed lunch with DC at some Swazi theme park after a marathon sleep. Today was supposed to be an active day where I was supposed to choose one from, hiking(no more walking), white water rafting( river levels dangerously high+crocodiles!), paragliding( done before), game drive( not again!), zip line through a forest( hearts too weak for that), mountain biking( ha..no for obvious reasons!) or bungee jump( please refer to zip line!). Too many activities to choose from so I decided to decline them all...it's recklessly humid today anyways so a trip up to Reillys Rock instead looking to see if Mick is at home! Unfortunately the chances of seeing Mick were about as good as seeing a snow leopard here. When the staff heard I was Irish though, we got a tour of the place...this man and his son Ted are legends here! They must be from Kerry. The house itself and its surroundings wouldn't have looked out of place back in west Kerry- no Plazma TVs or swimming pool to be found here but a decent spot all the same!
Speaking of Kerry, we took a spin after to the local supermarket to grab some food for the BBQ this evening- no more all you can eat! Meat sweats are seeping all the energy out of me! While wandering around the aisles, buying s***e I didn't really need, there it was staring at me, I thought it was a mirage...Kerrygold butter....on the shelves of a rural supermarket in Swaziland..it's sounding more and more like the Reilly's may have moved from the Kingdom of Kerry to the Kingdom of Swaziland! Flanagan's Gaelic Green Onion crisps were also snapped off the shelf- here's a snippet of the garbage written on the back of the packet-'' I've often forgotten me sweet wife Molly's birthday, but I've never forgotten the taste of me granddad's special chips.I was just a brick and three 'tatoes high when he first brought them home from his pub in the small village where I grew up''. There's more but I'm sure that's all you need to hear..
Few hours stretched by the pool now in order before food and bed- that's more like it!
Seeing as the restaurant had a big BBQ flaming, we (as in DC) decided to lob our food on there as it would save us(me!) the hassle of cleaning up! African spiced chickens along with roast potatoes was on the menu washed down with a Sibebe beer- DC is a bit of a master chef luckily, because if I can't microwave it, I can't cook it!
Saw one of the kitchen staff sneaking some food out for one of his buddies, while the head chef took a smoke break..it was like watching a dodgy drug deal except this time the drug was Impala..he looked very worried when I was watching the 'deal' happening..Ha, I would have done the exact same, so no need for the paranoia!
Wandered back to the beehive at about ten accompanied by a few warthogs in almost complete darkness. I've no idea how to turn off the light outside my hut, so the insects were having a party outside my front door when I arrived back-had to time my entrance to perfection or it would be another restless night.. Not a bad attempt..just a few little fellas joined me it seems.. Time for the Mortein..
Definitely going to miss this place, but it's back to South Africa tomorrow, St. Lucia to be more precise, where civilization and a boat safari await.