It's good to be the King but if you can't be the King then being Bwanna is not half bad. 
No four stars out on the Serengeti. We had to tough it out in tents. Nonie is seen here waiting patiently for her afternoon tea.
Our tent was small and lacked even the simplest necessities such as a large screen tv. Don't get me started on the bush toilet which was located at the back of our tent. The lack of a tv was more than made up for by the low growling of the lions that could be heard outside our tent late at night. Those canvas walls became very thin in our minds and the whistle they provided for our protection only added to the discomfort.
A Serengeti, instantaneous hot water supply system. Step 1- Warm water up on a campfire. Step 2- Carry water to tent. Step 3- Pour water into large bucket and hoist up into a tree. Step 4- Turn on shower and get wet. Step 5- Turn off shower and lather up. Step 6- Repeat step 4.
No stewardesses, in-flight meals or entertainment system and they told us to have a nice flight. Dave our pilot from Quebec with a brother in Kelowna looked to be all of 18. I swear he doesn't shave yet. It was with some small regrets that we said good bye to George and moved on to our next adventure. The island of Zanzibar, the centre of the slave trade and the spice capital for the Eastern world. Perhaps there may still be a chance to see some bare breasts. 
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