Celtic Rover
I shall miss Africa, it has got under my skin and into my blood, no more so than in the last week. A paradox of travelling is that when all goes smoothly you can be insulated to some extent from the people and the reality of life here, travelling for days in a recovery truck, working together with the rangers, the shippers and the freight yard has brought me closer to the smiling happy people who somehow find a way.
A great illustration of this was getting my truck into the container, the container and my truck were too heavy together for the little fork lift trucks, but my truck was not. So the guys lifted him in the air, backed the truck up so the rear wheels went in and then lifted the front with another fork lift to finally push it home, some great balancing and driving skills needed and super teamwork between the FLT drivers and the container lorry driver.
So Nelson is “stuffed” which is the correct marine phrase apparently, strapped down and customs sealed, that’s quite an achievemt from on its side in a national park and in a tropical downpour. Unfortunately Nelson has gone in very wet and will probably be mouldy by the time he comes out.
Discussion and planing the rebuild already but first I am on grandad duties on Friday with little Harris, plunging straight back into normal life and looking forward too it !
