THE GREAT RIFT OF AFRICA
Dr Doyle, Maco and the Horse checked in to the Lodge and admired the magnificent view. Wildebeest, Warthogs and Elephants paraded just outside the camps perimeter, whilst Zebra, Rhino's and Baboons eyed us with prolonged stares.
The rooms were adequate but basic, with doors that could be bolted and light fittings powered by a generator. The power would be extinguished at midnight and candles were provided, but no matches.
After a visit to the restaurant, a dump and the consumption of a large quantity of Kilimanjaro lager and whisky, the intrepid trio retired to their huts.
Dr Doyle was in a separate suite that he had reserved so that he could service the local Masai and Bantu maidens. As such his bungalow was in a different sector to the Horse and Mac's humble abode. The journey back to the sleeping quarters was accompanied by a 7 foot tall Masai guard who had a rifle to shoot Lions, Hyenas, or any other unofficial interlopers.
As Dr Doyle was flying in a specially strengthened Air Balloon the following morning and leaving at 5 am, we agreed to accommodate his luggage, and take it with us for forward transmission deeper in to the dark continent.
As Mac and Horse slept in there unlocked corral, the door had been left unlocked in case the intrepid Doctor Doyle required his Trunk and luggage. After a few minutes slumber the door to the Horses and Macs hut was assailed by numerous interlopers attempting ingress to the chamber. Both lay awake fully aware that there sanctuary was about to be invaded by unknown entities fiddling with the door knob and handle.
An attempt to switch the lights on was foiled by the generator curfew inflicted by the lodge management. As each bold man of arms quivered in bed, the Horse lept from his pit, and in pitch darkness moved to the door and flung it open ready to assault the dusky murderer intending to commit a murder most foul.
As the door flung open, the Horse froze as he stared in to the laughing face of a huge red and blue Baboon. After regaining his breath and chasing the offender in to the bush, the Horse retired to his bed and slept the sleep of a thousand lagers.
The end.
Dr Doyle, Maco and the Horse checked in to the Lodge and admired the magnificent view. Wildebeest, Warthogs and Elephants paraded just outside the camps perimeter, whilst Zebra, Rhino's and Baboons eyed us with prolonged stares.
The rooms were adequate but basic, with doors that could be bolted and light fittings powered by a generator. The power would be extinguished at midnight and candles were provided, but no matches.
After a visit to the restaurant, a dump and the consumption of a large quantity of Kilimanjaro lager and whisky, the intrepid trio retired to their huts.
Dr Doyle was in a separate suite that he had reserved so that he could service the local Masai and Bantu maidens. As such his bungalow was in a different sector to the Horse and Mac's humble abode. The journey back to the sleeping quarters was accompanied by a 7 foot tall Masai guard who had a rifle to shoot Lions, Hyenas, or any other unofficial interlopers.
As Dr Doyle was flying in a specially strengthened Air Balloon the following morning and leaving at 5 am, we agreed to accommodate his luggage, and take it with us for forward transmission deeper in to the dark continent.
As Mac and Horse slept in there unlocked corral, the door had been left unlocked in case the intrepid Doctor Doyle required his Trunk and luggage. After a few minutes slumber the door to the Horses and Macs hut was assailed by numerous interlopers attempting ingress to the chamber. Both lay awake fully aware that there sanctuary was about to be invaded by unknown entities fiddling with the door knob and handle.
An attempt to switch the lights on was foiled by the generator curfew inflicted by the lodge management. As each bold man of arms quivered in bed, the Horse lept from his pit, and in pitch darkness moved to the door and flung it open ready to assault the dusky murderer intending to commit a murder most foul.
As the door flung open, the Horse froze as he stared in to the laughing face of a huge red and blue Baboon. After regaining his breath and chasing the offender in to the bush, the Horse retired to his bed and slept the sleep of a thousand lagers.
The end.
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