- Remaining nights in camp: 1
Remaining articles of clean clothing: 1
The morning game drive is slow, prompting far too many thoughts of tomorrow's departure. Some are good: only one more shower from a bucket, only one more night when the answer to the question "What was that?!?" can be "lions". Others are not so pleasant. Only one more campfire, only one more day to see these wonderful animals. Only one more night to imagine that we can stay here, far from cities and cell phones and cars, and enjoy a moment of peace. I won't miss washing my hands in the canvas washstand used as a hyena drinking bowl the night before, but I will miss the hyenas. And even the canvas.
In the afternoon siesta, we go through the duffels, separating out those things we will still need. They all fit very nicely in one small duffel and our carry-ons. The larger duffel consists solely of things with an implied "fumigate please" label on them. This includes the guide books, which now have a very authentic sheen to them. I suppose it's reassuring to know that if KLM choses to lose one of our bags, we'll actually be thankful. As long as they pick the right one. I have no wish to be stuck in Amsterdam for days with nothing to wear but dusty khakis and boots.