Monday – DON’T COME HERE
It’s a very normal Monday night in Matiamanene. The plains are wet so nobody has been out in the field. Instead both my colleague Kings and I are in the kitchen cooking dinner.
I hear some rustling but I don’t pay attention to it, thinking it is a toad or something. Until Kings almost gets a heart-attack and gives me one when he starts screaming ‘LIONS LIONS LIIIIIIOOOOOOONNNNNSSSSS’. Everybody jumps up and looks around, including the five lions of various ages that were casually strolling past, right in front of the kitchen.
Daan comes running from the bathroom screaming ‘WHAT’S HAPPENING?!’, followed by us screaming ‘NOOO GO BACK, DON’T COME HERE!!’.
The chaos is complete.
Soon after we all calm down and with pounding hearts we look at the lions who are now calm again too and have bedded on the path to our tents (nice and soft). Until, apparently, it’s hunting-time and the lions get up and continue their once so easy and leisurely stroll.
Saturday – See ya lataaaaah
Today our colleague Teddy left.
You may wonder: why the hell would anyone leave the coolest place, job and team on earth? What reason could there possibly be?!
Well… Teddy has a good one. He was selected for a postgraduate programme at Oxford University. He has worked very hard to get in and now his time of departure comes closer and closer. Of course we wish him the very best and we as ZCP are super proud of him. But we will miss him here Liuwa. Teddy is not only the best colleague who knows everything and is always up for a chat, he also gives the best impression of hyena- and lionsounds that go with his endless field-stories.
Teddy is off to rock Oxford and we are hoping to see him again soon!
Sunday - Flying
I see it just before I hit it, but it’s too late. Before I can do anything to move my motorbike away from the massive anthill that blocks my route, my front-wheel hits it full force. I am launched into the air with a surprised squeak and all I can do is repeating my mantra ‘hold on whatever happens, hold on whatever happens’ while preparing for my hind-wheel to hit the same anthill. For a split second me plus motorbike are sent flying through the air. When the front-wheel comes back to solid ground it is swiftly followed by the back-wheel. And before I know it, my reflexes react to the blast the motorbike has just given me. My hands automatically pull the brake and the clutch and my left foot finds the solid ground and is strong enough to hold the weight of me plus bike.
Out of sheer relief I start to giggle. I’m glad nobody saw that. But because I didn’t get injured, I’m awarding myself 10 points for the landing.