<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>Jaclyn takes my arm.  So exploring is the name of the game and I nod that it is perhaps a little dicey to just wander.<strong>“We should be watchful.  We don’t have a guide who would know, but there was no warning with specifics . . . ”</strong>I think there’s logic to that—our guide would not want or let us venture into danger.<br/><br/><strong>“To use an African analogy.  If I’m an elephant <em>Hee-hee!</em>, I’m just too big for other animals to think to take me down.  Now, there’s always human intervention, but I don’t have ivory tusks.  I do believe that things are fine.  Safe enough.”</strong><br/><br/>I see a crowd of children approaching.  I smile at Jaclyn.  Surely an indication that we are in a safety zone.  Mothers would not let their children out and about if it were not safe.<br/>