Have been game driving round Etosha National Park for the past day or so, and it's amazing how the animals really don't seem to care too much about the vehicles passing by, nor the gawking residents within trying to shush and stay quiet, but accompanied by a symphony of camera clicks.

The wild life to be seen is truly abundant, and it wasn't long before we were right up upon literally a zebra crossing - well not one, more like thirty! Springbok, Impalas, and Blue Wilderbeast busily drinking from a rapidly drying waterhole, and giraffes nonchalantly nibbling at trees by the roadside.

We stayed at a brilliant camp, which had a waterhole not 20 metres from our tents, and early evening after dinner, we went to watch Namibian tv, safari style. A herd of elephants were there spraying the little ones, then the giraffes moved in, but after a short time became spooked by something, a little later we found out why, a lioness, had come to drink. Stealthily she moved down to the water, and all the animals seemed to just disappear. The lioness drank and then went for a lie down somewhere, and a little later, along comes a rhino - I mean how brilliant can you get. After sitting for another hour feeling like David Attenborough with my attentiveness to wildlife, I decided the clinging dust really did need to go and nipped of for a shower, and lo and behold, what happens as soon as I move off; apparently, an Oryx unwittingly came to the watering hole, didn't spot the lion, and was promptly attacked and savaged, and blatantly killed by the stalkingly silent lioness, just my luck! The guide said it was only the second time she had seen something like this, and where am I? I rushed back, Michael Johnson would have been proud, but was only in time to see the lioness dragging the carcass of the oryx, back to the bushes to feast - still pretty impressive though - reminds me of a lairy night out in Manchester town centre!!

Now we are in Rundu though, and this offers a more cultural aspect to our tour. This morning we went to see a local school, and all the children sang to us they were so smiley and willing, and eager to learn. Our group were asked to sing something back, so we managed a pretty untuneful, Old Macdonald had a farm, the chorus of Swing Lo Sweet Chariot, and Happy Birthday - not sure if they were too impressed!

Then we went to see a village church, which consisted of some corrugated iron sheets, haphazardley supported by a few sticks of wood, and no doors front or back. But this is their place of worship, and you could see how important it was to the community. Again we were serenaded by some fantastic singing, and our response......Oh when the saints come marching in. I think they nearly fell off their cobbled wooden benches with laughter!! Tonight we are in line for some traditional tribal dancing, but the only dance I can think of in return is the birdy song - not sure how that may go down!!