Safari so goody, Day 3 or "What exactly are we eating again?"

     So as the sun rose over the majestic but oddly uniform horizon and shown down into our rough camp.  My Guide and I awoke to the sound of loud thumping coming from the native dwelling close to our tent.  I am certain that it was some sort of religious ritual because I heard a male voice yelling, "Oh God, Oh God" several times during the whole thing.
     After we had cleaned ourselves up,we broke our morning fast with rough, but filling fair provided by local cooks.  Despite the constant threat of Dysentery that can be caused by eating or drinking items performed under unsanitary conditions, we so far remain healthy.  I pray our luck holds because getting proper food such as Grits and Iced Sweet Tea is practically impossible in this primitive land.
     With the help of our native Guide, Magellan whom we affectionately call Mags, we managed to locate the Native who is helping us study the various native dwellings in the area.  Thus we spent a grueling day cutting our way through the thick undergrowth and observing different crudely built but serviceable huts.  Some had obvious infestations of possible dangerous insects and many others showed the serious effects of the horrendous weather conditions that often occur here.
     By the time we were too exhausted to travel any further, we had studied well over a half dozen native huts and narrowed down the possible sites of our future permanent Base.  Only careful study and pondering will tell us if we can indeed survive in these harsh conditions.  I have high hopes that we can live here as we study the flora and fauna here.  It will not be easy, but should be definitely possible.

Interesting foods, but no robins anywhere

    
As we returned to our temporary base camp, we ate a final meal at a Native's Eatery.  I was disappointed that, despite the name, no actual Robin was offered on the menu of any color.  Still, the food was actually palatable and very filling.  We may return there before we return to our homeland.
     Our return to base took a very long time because so much of the local wildlife was congregated along our path of travel.  I documented Impalas, Jaguars and other animals that seemed to gather together with surprisingly little animosity.  I can only think that the various predators had fed before wandering into the prey animal's territory.
     So now, my faithful guide, Paula and I are resting and planning our next course of action.  We are both exhausted and home sick for the civilized lands, but determined to learn as much as we can about the harsh lands that we will be living in over the next few years.  I remain confident that we shall return home alive.

End of rant