Makgadikgadi Pan - Camp Kalahari

This is out of sequence being our last stop on the trip, but though I would load it now anyway. This is me being viciously attacked. If the meerkats were bigger than a rat, this could have been serious.

Okavango Delta - Kwetsani

The next Botswana stop was into the heart of the Okavango Delta which was still in high water. The camp was stunning, looking out over the waters with leopard and elephant patrolling the camp during the night. Game viewing was either by boat, by mokoro or by vehicle. Our mokoro trips reminded me of the photo of Freddie on her trip to "my Africa," sitting in a mokoro on the Delta, looking serene.

The boat trips cruised the hippo highways at high speed and although I am sure the speed was slower than it felt, we were very 007. Our fishing trip very nearly ended in Amanda out fishing me yet again, however as neither of us managed to land our fish it was hard to see if her fish was bigger than mine, despite the crytal clear water.

Unfortunately the game viewing was gain a little disappointing however we had some great kudu sightings, which would definitely have to be my favourite antelope. Yet again we were amused by zebra and giraffe and their constant staring. It can be quite creepy, but they are always looking at you. I can just imagine them pointing their hoof at their eyes then at us - "I see you."

Singfest 2010

On Thursday night Amanda and I went to Singfest. When reading "Singfest" please hold your arm straight up, clench your fist, then extend your pointer and little fingers, all whilst nodding your head.

The line up was some nobody I have never heard off, then Ian Brown from the Stone Roses, The Vines, 30 Seconds to Mars and The Smashing Pumpkins. I am not a massive Stone Roses fan so not really up to speed with Ian Brown. The music was OK although doesn't seem to be great for a live gig. The Vines were awesome. I had not seem them live but Youtube led me to believe they were going to be messy and all over the shop. They were fantastic though perhaps there was not as much "performing" as I expected. Smashing guitars in Singapore is as illegal as chewing gum.

30 Seconds to Mars was a tragic loss of 45 minutes of my life, listening to some tosser lead a band through average music that nobody will remember in 2 years. So by the time The Smashing Pumpkins came on at about 12:45am, Grandpa were pretty tired. I would like to say tired from the hard-core mosh pit, but it was more the "gee that's loud and my legs are saw from standing up for 2 hours" kind of tired. You know - sad old git tired.