We’re currently the most overdressed people at Perf international (a feat that’s difficult to achieve…unless of course you wear sleeves made from anything other than ink) as we’d hoped to fool the check-in staff to think we’re cultured enough to get an upgrade. Well…holy crap, the full moon or maybe the sacrifice of our Saviour has finally paid off!!  We don’t know if it was the pith helmet, slacks, dress, boots or boobs, but who cares we’re in!!!!

What a way to start our next honeymoon!!! Doing some things we never haaa aaaaa aaaa aaaaa  aaaaaave dum du dum da da da daaaa #toto

Now, don’t call me yellow…(fever)……even though one of us was too scared to have any pre-trip needles. We are instead relying totally on aeroguard and G&Ts (taken separately…we asked about that) to battle the mossies. Unfortunately the same fear also led us to taking typhoid tablets instead of a jab, which, we later found out, come with a 90% chance of violent diarrhoea…and worse still (as confirmed by an unfortunate friend) are not 100% effective. So expected outcome, for ~92% of people, is violent diarrhoea. Sweet.

Somehow we BOTH beat the odds and were absolutely fine. So of course, being a former mathematician, I’ve calculated the chances of that occurring to be: really fu…very bloody lucky. All we can deduce is Lea has a sadistic doctor who wanted to scare her into getting the runs. Which James wouldn’t have minded too much, some help in getting down to peak travelling weight…rather than the actual peak mass situation he’s found himself in.

But enough about poo. Let’s talk prophylactics. It’s time to pop the first of our hallucinogens and hit the skies!  Fist stop Jburg, then to Maun, we’ll be coming in 12.30 flight…

We’ll try to keep in touch, as I’m sure our tents are fully wifi 4G enabled, after all This Is Africa…NOT AUstralia…