Campfire stories are a big part of the Botswana culture and here's one I heard the other day:
George and Georgina were sick of there repetitive city lives and decided that the best way to shake things up was to spread some American cheer around Botswana and specifically Morematao (so pretty much just getting drunk and playing soccer with the locals) .
One hangoverless morning they decided their cheer could not be confined to one town and the wildlife along the banks of the Boteti river needed its share. A mokoro (a tree hollowed out to make a canoe) was purchased and loaded with supplies (beer/cheer juice/chuice HAHA)
She pulled herself out onto the dry land and heard a massive splash. She swung her head around and started laughing as she saw George treading water. In the same instant her heart stopped, George's mokoro was in pieces and he was splashing around helplessly. She dived into try help him but he disappeared from the surface. She swam to the other side of the river and waited for him to emerge.
Several minutes had passed and suddenly further down the river an abrupt movement caught her eye , she saw George in the jaws of a crocodile. She started looking around for things that could help her attack the croc. Four bites later and George was gone, Georgina was left to paddle very slowly and carefully back to town.
A few months later, Jenny, a fellow cheer bringer and similar looking to Georgina arrived at the same town. The local people were so excited to see her and guided her to speak to their leader. Through broken English it was determined that they wanted to give her something but she couldn't work out what. So she waited, not knowing what to expect. The chief arrived with a smile and a round object covered by a cloth in his hand. Jenny took the object (which felt quite heavy and thanked the chief. Returning to her room she removed the cloth and was horrified, it was a head (George's head)
George and Georgina were sick of there repetitive city lives and decided that the best way to shake things up was to spread some American cheer around Botswana and specifically Morematao (so pretty much just getting drunk and playing soccer with the locals) .
One hangoverless morning they decided their cheer could not be confined to one town and the wildlife along the banks of the Boteti river needed its share. A mokoro (a tree hollowed out to make a canoe) was purchased and loaded with supplies (beer/cheer juice/chuice HAHA)
Mokoro Time
After bailing a few times, they finally got the hang of it and were ready to rumble. Setting off down the Boteti with chuice in hand, their cheer knew no boundaries! About 4kms of spotting zebra, giraffe, cows and donkeys, it was break time and Goergina pulled off onto the side of the river.She pulled herself out onto the dry land and heard a massive splash. She swung her head around and started laughing as she saw George treading water. In the same instant her heart stopped, George's mokoro was in pieces and he was splashing around helplessly. She dived into try help him but he disappeared from the surface. She swam to the other side of the river and waited for him to emerge.
Several minutes had passed and suddenly further down the river an abrupt movement caught her eye , she saw George in the jaws of a crocodile. She started looking around for things that could help her attack the croc. Four bites later and George was gone, Georgina was left to paddle very slowly and carefully back to town.
A few months later, Jenny, a fellow cheer bringer and similar looking to Georgina arrived at the same town. The local people were so excited to see her and guided her to speak to their leader. Through broken English it was determined that they wanted to give her something but she couldn't work out what. So she waited, not knowing what to expect. The chief arrived with a smile and a round object covered by a cloth in his hand. Jenny took the object (which felt quite heavy and thanked the chief. Returning to her room she removed the cloth and was horrified, it was a head (George's head)
Elephants not cooperating for their family photo!
This lion was the minger of the group
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