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The sand road leading to Ngepi Camp seemed to be going nowhere, and for a moment we were all wondering where the hell we were going, because all we could see were villages. But Ngepi Camp, which sits on the banks of the
We went for a short mokoro (canoe) ride up the river and saw some hippos and stepped on some squeaky sand. We didn’t see any crocodiles though. After the mokoro trip, we did a village walk, which was eye-opening.
Our first stop on the village walk was at the local “brewery”.
The kids in the village were a bit scary. The smallest kids were perched on the older kids’ hips, and all of them stood a small distance away and just stared at us. Their skin was the blackest black, and all of them had huge, almost yellow eyes. The kids seemed so different to children I’d met in
Fernando and I wished we’d been told to wear shoes (as opposed to thongs). We were freaking ourselves out because there was a lot of rubbish around; every time we thought we stepped on something sharp, we thought we were going to get HIV!
We met some ladies making baskets, and even though none of us wanted to buy any, they asked us for money.
After the village walk, we returned to our quality camp site, and I started thinking. I wondered if I’d signed up for the right kind of trip. I’m used to rough travel, and right now I’m not even tired yet, which makes me feel like this trip is like a “travelling for beginners” course.
I don’t know. Everybody comes to
Whatever happens, one day, I’ll have to come back and travel around