
Anyway after four days of bush camping no clean socks or crisp boxers I've developed quite an odour mmmmmmm. I've even got to keep my boots on or faint!!!!!



Ok a brief potted history. The siege towers above were owned by each family in the village, they were built, erm.....along time ago to keep them safe when, erm......pirates came calling and tried o steal their cattle or women or something. There are lots of them and they are unique to this area. Oh, men are king here, women do all the work, everything. Yep the blokes just sit around and chat - quite right too.
Just lately and its probably due to our travels being off the normal route, we have become quite an attraction, people stare, dogs gather in large packs, taxi drivers offer tours and best of all the local police stand guard while we sleep - how cool is that.
That's the potted version, its beer o'clock, my turn in the shower and I need to have my pants an socks surgically removed so see you next time. Oh we are now 3 hours in front of you guys in Blighty, its warm suny and all that stuff.
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