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Our
room with the ubiquitous mosquito netting. After dinner we always returned
to find it down and
tucked in place
for us. As in all the lodges, our flashlight and whistle were on the night
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We
spent a good part of the heat of the day in the main lodge, where it was
slightly cooler and Keith could help himself at the bar.
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open-sided cottage. At night we could hear the hippos grazing on the lodge
lawn just outside these windows. They were noisy and often sounded as if
they were in the room with us |
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And
the other open side of the cottage, looking over the hyacinth-choked inlet
where the hippos lived. Hippos may be vegetarian, but they are among the
meanest creatures in the wild. |
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pool at Gache Gache. |
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Above
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the main lodge. |
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An
Elegant Evening at a Zim Lodge
A hot
shower, followed by a very quick application of Eau de Insect Repellent.
Then, the Room Dash, from the bungalow to the main lodge, avoiding obstacles
on the way. A delicious meal, and occasional plucking of insects from the
food or table. Coffee and Amarula after dinner. Then the Room Dash back
to bungalow, followed by Mosquito Net Dive, and lights out. |
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Our
usual candlelight dinner, above, with hosts Craig and Reuben, and the only
other guests at the lodge, Thomas and his son Charles. |