<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(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></div><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cc45/8990emmy5sim49izg.jpg)<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/><strong>Jekesai</strong><br/><em>Guide</em><br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></div></div><br/>This has all been rather pleasant, our stay here.  It feels very relaxed.  Convivial.  I listen to Jekesai mention how to proceed if Jaclyn should take a walk.  Pleasant.  Jekesai tugs at my arm and whispers,<em> “Sir Peter, might it be possible to camp here for a day?"</em>Sir Peter?  Really?  I shrug, indicating it’s fine by me.<br/><br/>Jaclyn inquires if we might take a walk after dinner.  That is an ‘of-course’.  Following dinner, I wink affably and quietly offer my arm.<br/>