We went to our first-ever cricket match. By the end of it, we were fans. It was the national final match, so there was a great deal of pomp: dancing girls, guys dressed up in silly suits. The referrees were delivered to the field in a helicopter. They do the wave here, and they call it the Mexican wave.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
There was an ongoing battle between people and monkeys at the Augrabies Falls campground, and the monkeys were winning. I think this was because the monkeys wanted one thing from the people: food. The people, meanwhile, wanted a bunch of different things from the monkeys, often all at the same time.
Some people (like me) wanted to take pictures of the monkeys playing on tents and cars.
Some people wanted to chase them off. (In between throwing sticks, these people kept shouting, "Stop pooping on my tent!")
Some people wanted to feed the monkeys.
And a few fools wanted to get them drunk. (It didn't work. They spilled all the wine.)
As confusing as human behavior must seem to the monkeys, it's clear that they're willing to put up with us. They came to visit us for breakfast and dinner, whether we invited them or not.