Pygmy's

We went away this weekend - up North into Limpopo to a lovely five star bush getaway.

It is a house in the mountains - with various size rooms that can accommodate up to 19 people.

We were 14 in total - so lots of space.

The weekend was to celebrate my brother and sister in law's birthdays. One on Saturday and the other on Sunday. The place is divine, and the temperature was perfect , (be jealous you Jhb bound people) - we walked around in shorts and t-shirts in the day, and had bonfires at night.

The reason for the blog was to share my hubby's sense of humour.

On Saturday morning he gets up and convinces me that a walk is needed.

I look at the map - hey - it looks fairly easy, no problem, so I put on my trusty tackies and off we go.

We were a mere 500 meters from the house when we see leopard prints on the dirt road.

Mmmm.

Leopards are shy aren't they, no need to worry.

Hubby just laughs and tells me not to run.

Why is this I ask myself, even if I did run he would be out running me anyway, and besides, I can see the leopard looking at us both, short dumpy one, versus tall lanky one, think I would have been doomed whether I ran or not - he's gonna have to chose the meaty one....dahhhhh!

But being the game person I am (pardon the pun), we continued.

The road is uphill.

All the way.

By the time we reach the dam (which was our destination) my little legs were cramping and I was really trying hard not to complain,

Bitterly.

He then dangles a carrot.

He saw on the map that the second dam is on our way back to "camp", and if we walk that way, we can cut across the bush to "camp"

Am now a little chirpier.

Things are looking up and the cramp is getting better.

We reach the dam about half an hour later.

My humour by this time is fast waning.

Hubby , in all his wisdom, now tells me that we can't possibly cut across as he can see marsh in between us and the road which leads to the camp.

ffffffffffffffffffffff#@$,

Surely he saw this on the map.

He can see that I am now fuming......................... and.......................................... its too late.

Moaning wife is losing the battle to stay hidden.

I am now praying that we meet the leopard to put me out of this misery, at least then I'd have a reason to run, and damned if I don't trip him up before I leg it.

We see and discuss animal feeding troughs and at one stage see a strange green box about 2meters off the ground, when I ask what this is hubby tells me it is a people house (he meant bee house - but the heat was getting to him too - though he would never admit it) I laugh and tell him that the people must be small and he goes on to tell me that Pigmy's live in the area.

Yes we can talk the utmost rubbish when we get a chance and I think delirium was setting in so ......

We cross paths as we start back and he is now walking on the side of the dirt road where I walked coming in.

All the way we have been identifying and discussing the tracks that cross the road, so at this juncture I point out the big German tracks (my hubby is of German descent) that I am seeing and tell him how annoying this species is.

He then tells me about the tracks he is seeing and he says" before me we see, a double breasted Pygmy print,", he goes on to tell me that this particular animal must have a small problem as it is a duck walking specimen, and that its natural habitat is by a large swimming pool with alcoholic beverage in hand.

I retorted that the German tracks I see are of a species that takes great delight in tormenting said double breasted Pygmy, and how bad tempered said German species is.

We both made it back safe. Seven, yes seven kilometers later I was very pleased to see a large vehicle round the corner.

In this vehicle were half of our party, and the Pygmy was even more pleased to see that alcoholic beverage was in aforementioned vehicle.

And that's the story of the Pygmy.