<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></span></div></div><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cc45/8990emmy5sim49izg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jekesai</strong><br/><em>Guide</em><br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… sun is shining through the tent roof when my eyes open … sit up and check my boots for critters, and put those on … check my appearance in the hand mirror and it’s time to brave the world … Peter is over by our vehicle … Jekesai’s tent is open but she’s not to be seen … grab the toilet paper out of the vehicle …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Good morning Peter! I trust you slept well. I certainly did.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… head off to the outhouse … when done there, wash in the basin on the tailgate and sit at the table … Jekesai is walking toward the camp carrying packages … she sets out breakfast plates looking a lot like a classic American breakfast with scrambled eggs and meat strips and potatoes with vegetables … hot coffee … all excellent too …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “The rivers are receding so should be fine in the morning. I’d like to leave as close to first light as possible. Sunlight low on the eastern horizon makes it easier to see some of the tracks through the brush and since we’ll be following a satellite and compass track. it’s easier if one uses established tracks. Less damage to the plant life too plus better tracks lead to better river crossing points. The young fellow who will be traveling with us has herded cattle off in this our general direction as well so his experience should help.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… breakfast over, I take a walk into the village again … this time venturing further and smiling to the women cooking and doing laundry … wave to the children playing and gawking at me … then back to camp to sit under the awning and simply watch the activity … some vehicles both directions on the road …<br/><br/>… lunch is some sort of wrap with vegetables and a bit of meat washed down with water … spend some time napping and reading and another walk carefully into the bush … keeping a clear sense of where the road is so I can turn and at least find the road if I get too lost … my phone is out of range of anything but the map has clear markers for my location and our camp so there’s little to fear other than critters … avoid places where critters can hide … though see a few what look like feral pigs and wild dogs … we avoid each other … should have a walking stick …<br/><br/>… head back to the camp and ask Jekesai where the people here get the walking sticks that all the herders seem to be carrying … we walk into the village together and she asks several ladies and finally we have directions to a certain hut … an assortment of just such sticks is out front … no one is home … pick one out and ask about paying for it … Jekesai takes several 50 shilling note and tucks that in the space where we took the stick … the stick is very light and slightly whippy … get used to walking with it the way I watched the herders do … back at camp, I read and eventually the girl who brought dinner yesterday approaches again carrying a Dutch oven … the stew is good yet a bit watery … another walk with my stick ends my day …<br/><br/>… limited sunlight when I hear noises outside … peak out and Jekesai is packing things into our vehicle … a young man is helping … get my boots on and pack my bag … head out …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Good morning Jekesai. My tent is ready to pack.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… use the toilet … plates are n the table with what looks like what we’d call burritos on them … a sauce is nearby … steaming coffee … go over to Peter’s tent …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Breakfast is served Peter and we’re packing up!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… eat my burrito and the sauce is tangy and good … so is the coffee … Jekesai and her helper strike her tent and then mine …</em></span></span><br/>