I headed back to Hoedspruit arriving about Seven. Deciding to get a bite to eat in town before heading back to the resort. As I pulled into sleepers restaurant and approached the entrance and asked a lady who was man handling a child by the front door if the place was open.
“No, but the bar is. We are having a private gathering but you are more than welcome to join us?”.

Somewhat taken aback by this overly hospitable offer, I figured why not. My Arse had seen 400 Kms of Car seat in 2 day, I was ready for a beer (well another – purely for medicinal purposed). “Oh my the way there are a little bit far gone” the lady whose name was Tania, added.

As we walked through she announced to about 15 drunkards the “Hello every one this is Oliver from England”. A roar of Applause was let off.

A Jagermiester and a beer was immediately thrust into my hand.

“Now this is my kinda crowd” I announced and nailed the Jagermiester to another raucous applause.
“Hmm I like his shoulders” commented this bird by the bar who had obviously had had a few. “Thanks! I like your Tits!” I responded with a grin to yet another Roar.
My one beer turned into far too many, during which time I got involved in a local brawl, talked to a 75 year old man called Jonny who I repeatedly called “Dirty Old Bastard” (But I would like to state for the record that Jonny was a dirty old bastard) and arranged to get up at 8 in the morning to go on a walking safari. I stumbled back to the resort at about 12 packed and passed out.