Town day


13 June 2016

Dreaded town day – not only did I have to buy groceries, but I also had to look for a replacement chef since ours decided to take unpaid leave without permission. Lovely. The replacement chef who the camp usually uses was able to help out, but she was only able to come to town after 4 since she was on a cattle post outside town. A cattle post is where the family lives if they have cattle, it’s outside of town in the middle of nowhere with the most inaccessible roads. At least it gave me time to do things in town without having to run around like a headless chicken like I normally do.

But guess what – when 4 o clock came, she couldn’t get a ride from her cattle post to town = basically stayed in town for nothing. So picture me panicking about what to do – the office lady from the other lodge, hands me a CV to check out, I have to psych myself up in order to phone her but I have no idea what to look for in a CV. After phoning her and kind of rambling on, I tell her I’ll phone her back. Since our GM was also not able to fly to Maun from Kasane today because the airline made a mistake with his booking, I phoned him for advice and thankfully he took over. He arranged for her to meet us in town the next day when we pick him and our guests up at the airport. I also asked him about what meat to buy since I’m a chicken-everyday kind of girl but I doubt that will impress our guests. So he suggests I go get some steaks at a place called “Beef Boys”, I convincingly say I know where the place is, because picturing where it is, is about the same as knowing how to get there right? Apparently not. I got lost of course, and with sunset approaching fast while I was still an hour’s drive from camp, I postponed Beef Boys until the next day.
Luckily our GM is coming tomorrow which means that slowly, all the drama (and idiots) are going to be sorted out.
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