<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>… visit “my” tent … unpack the few things I’ll need overnight … jammies and change of undies for the morning … toothbrush and makeup remover … starting tomorrow, makeup is sunscreen and sun shielding lip gloss …<br/><br/>… back outside, Jekesai has a table set up and the back of the car open with kitcheny stuff out and ready … seems we’ll be doing buffet off the tailgate … off to one side are two suspicious looking bottles from the Manmanet … and two others … one with what looks to be gin and another that may be blended whisky … fetch my water bottle from the seat and refill it … then a plastic glass for a splash of the gin … take a seat at the table … small sip of the warm gin … long drink of the warm water … miss ice yet understand why that’s a scarce resource even where we are now … hear the distant sound of cowbells and the signalling calls of cattle … smile at the memory from my childhood …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So Jekesai, I take it we proceed farther north in the morning and then what?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “That’s correct Miss. My directions are to proceed north again on the A2 to a specific GPS location and then to strike out overland. There’s supposed to be double track, you know two vehicle tire tracks, heading west and upland near a wadi, a dry creek or wet if we happen to get any rain which I hope not. We will have one of the young men from the village here with us to help. We’ll need him if we have to ford any streams, to swim a rope across and then pull the winch cable across so we can pull ourselves in the vehicle across. I don’t expect any wide streams yet I’m always cautious using unimproved crossings. I’ll be navigating to another GPS location, sort of like people do when they play at geocaching but a bit more serious here.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we see the girl coming back across the road carrying what looks like a Dutch oven … Jekesai helps her set that on the tailgate and opens it … a wonderful aroma wafts across …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “We have a goat and vegetable stew for dinner. Come and serve yourselves. We also have some salt biscuits from our provisions, and a bit of salted chicken fat to spread on those instead of butter. Butter doesn’t do at all well out here since it isn’t pasteurized.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… stand and go to the tailgate … a ladle of the stew onto my plate … a spoon … a couple of the biscuits but forgo the tub of white spread …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “This is very good Peter!”</span></span><br/>