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September 8, 2003
|Hippos kept us awake last night with loud munching sounds next to the tent. A full moon bounced light off their round backs. In the morning we trekked five kilometers upstream, along the river bank, and tried our luck fishing. First we used worms to catch small fish which we needed as bait for tigerfish. That took all morning. Jill watched inland for elephants and buffalo, I looked out for crocodiles. In these waters you're never more than 20 or 30 feet from a crocodile. Last month a crocodile pulled an American tourist out of her canoe and dragged her into deep water where she was never seen again.|
We're depending on our fishing skills for added food supplies - it's an effective diet program, we'll lose ten pounds on this trip.
Another night in the bush. Jill wears her bright pink shirt with a bullseye - even a nearsighted lion could find her. Over dinner we can hear the lions roaring and calling each other a few kilometers from our camp.