Relief and returning back to dry land

Trip Start Sep 15, 2012
Trip End May 01, 2013

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Thursday, November 15, 2012

As the previous day had ended, so it began. The women were up before God shrieking at each other so we got up, made breakfast and paced our stuff away.

Magneto cheered us up on the return journey by singing 'Come alive Magic Stick (his pole), be quick Magic Stick...' as he raced through the reeds poling like a mad man! All fear was gone now - we just wanted to get back to shore! There was only one hair-raising moment when we intruded a bit too close to a basking hippo and it roared a warning at us.

We sang 'Just one Magneto...' back in return and named him 'The No.1 Gondolier' which he really liked (He is going to write it on his mokoro he told us!). We gave him a tip because we thought he had earned it and it was well deserved and we counted ourselves lucky that we got Magneto and his little wobbly boat after all! Only a couple of polers received tips due to their attitudes and this resulted in an awkward scene back at the pick up point. The mob was told in no uncertain terms that if they wanted a tip to supplement their wages then they might like to offer a more enjoyable experience - not one filled with animosity, confrontation, and not much else - all for the bargain price of $145 me old fashioned....

We headed back to Sedia Hotel Campsite, erected our tent and then hit the pool and bar form 11am to wash away the annoyance of the Delta.

Around dinner time Vikki felt a little 'nauseous' and as we sat down to a wonderful buffet Vik succumbed to a day spent drinking wine in the pool with the unforgiving sun beating down on her head and had to 'red card' herself! The day had been great fun though, jumping fully clothed in the pool, playing doggy paddle races and under-water hand-stand races and when Paula found a G-string on the floor of the ladies toilet it was greeted with disgusted groans - but no claimant!

We retired well before the African drums started accompanied by dancers and singers from the local areas but we fell asleep to the sound in the distance as they entertained those remaining by the pool. We agreed to chalk the Delta up to experience and try to research any activity costing a decent amount more thoroughly and ahead of time in future...
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annewardell on

Sounds like Magneto and his little wobbly boat were the best bits of this part of the trip - what a shame...

Comfort yourselves by singing Delta Lady - courtesy of Joe Cocker! x

Sue on

Will have to se if the Delta trip is listed on Tripadvisor and write a shit review...that'll learn them!

Waddle on

I need a new G string for my banjo.

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