I managed to find some old truck springs at camp and was able to make up another complete spring for my vehicle. So it was me back on the road soon after midday.
I received a report from the game scouts that a huge flock of Abdims Storks had spent most of yesterday on the Runde river at a waterhole. We had a similar concentration of them in Etosha National Park many years ago. I remember the birds would arrive at the pan around mid-morning and spend the rest of the day there. And they kept coming back to the same pan for about a week.
So I took my chances and headed right down to the deep south. But my luck was out. There was no sign of any birds. But I did find this bunch of hippos. They were really chilled, so I ended up spending the afternoon with them hoping they would either, fight (to the death of course), give birth or mate.
Of course none of these happened.
So I spent my afternoon lying on the river bank in the soft sand waiting for all this action.
It was so peaceful and relaxing. When the hippo grunted it sounded like a bunch of old men sitting at the bar, beer in hand, grunting at each others jokes.
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