Waiting to carve

On the way back up to camp last night we passed a carving school which seemed quite interesting and so this morning i decided to wander down and learn to carve a baoboa board, a traditional africain game. so i wandered down to the school, (A little road side shack) however just before i got ther i ran in to one of the local Touts by the name of McDonald. who insistid on walking me to the school where there where none of the local instructors, so McDonald insisted upon showing me all of his local wares which he insisted he had made himself, even though all of the artwork was signed by different people. i told him i wasn't going to buy anything but he wa persistant and insisted upon waiting with me for two hours while i waited for any one to show up at the carving school during which time he laid on a thick guilt trip about how he depended upon tourists for his survival, and also told me that once he was talking to some dutch tourists who had there bag stolen, he had then taken them to the which doctor who knew exactly what was in the bag and said that he could get the bag back for $250 usd. which at the time i thouht was suspicious.

any way the carvers finally turned up and we went and got some wood which would eventually turn in to a boa boa board, and spent the rest of the afternoon carving with soloman, but as it turned out there had not been enough time to finish it and i would have to return tommorrow morning. so i went back to the campsite where McDonald was hassling Jo and Mirium whilst they where in the middle of packing from what it seems McDonald got rather anoyed that They wernt to interested in his stuff and that they had other stuff to do, they where in the middle of packing there bags and josie had put everthing in to her bag in front of McDonald. he eventually left without doing any business.


that evening was the best thunder stom i have ever witnessed it felt like we where right in the midddles of the storm and lighning was striking the lake in front of us the hills behind us, and then the power went out. at this stage i was quite worried our tent might get flooded indeed my bag was out front in only a rucksack liner and i had left my stash of money underneath the tent but we will have to worry about that in the morning, and craig (the campsite manager) said we could have a chalet for the same price as camping so off we went to a nice luxourious shelter for the night.