Thursday, December 6, 2007

Wartino massive

In my time, I have shared residential premises with creatures of all ilks. At Murchison Falls, I cohabited with warthogs. I didn’t see the hippos that Holland’s answer to Steve Irwin promised (just imagine Irwin in a Dutch accent… try the line ‘I hope you’ve got double supplies of prophylactics…and I’m talking malaria, folks, because you people are going into a HARDCORE zone’ in an ocker via Amsterdam accent and weep) but spent a couple of nights in a tent being nudged by warthogs. Warthogs are great. They have tusks and they eat on their knees. They have silly little legs and when they are running scared across the plains, their even sillier tails point straight up at the sun. What more do you need?

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