7 Nov 2011
Still settling in, trying to turn the hunting camp that this once was, into a home for the newly arrived Writer In Residence.
Assisting me are three guys; Bernardo, who’s been here for 16 years and stayed on as caretaker when the camp fell into disuse over the last eight years; and two young rangers, Alberto and Shadrick. Solomon, the old man who hangs around as a general worker, is off sick with malaria at the moment.
These guys live in a compound a short distance out of camp. Camp itself consists of five tents with beds, two reed bathrooms, a brick kitchen and a thatched lapa. Which is more than I need; one tent is ample as both bedroom and office for just me.
First a good cleanout and scrubdown of the one I’d chosen. Then duct tape over the worst holes in the canvas to try and stop the creepies. A bed, table, chair, easy chair and three sets of drawers, all arranged the way I like them. Linen, towel and lantern, plus another one outside in the tree.
Finally the writer is, quite comfortably, in residence.
Hi
Jou blog lees lekker. Sien uit om nog bosnuus te hoor.
Groete Jannie
Hey Chef Belair … what happened to you (or is it your electricity….) since 21st Nov?