MJH, Oliver and myself have caught the scent of our prey, and are in hot pursuit, snapping franticly at David’s zebra onesie, like possessed beasts of the Savannah plains. Matt and Tom T are just about to finish a civilised English/veggie breakfast cooked up by their local guides, before setting-off in their 4x4s, with loaded elephant shotguns for a jolly good spot of hunting. Jorge is merely creating the illusion a slow start, whilst Martin is still waiting on platform A at Staines station for the Trans-African express.
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