Staci made a curry dinner, and Samson made the meat for last night's meal. It was quite the Thanksgiving feast. It was unique to have them listen to each other's play lists on their phones. It was fun that Samson really liked the sound of country music.
The Main Gate at Shimba Hills. This doesn't mean we're done hiking through the Park (Reserve), it will still be a day of hiking in the next section, so Saleem and Samsom will join again with us one more day after this nero of resupplying.
By 9:00 a.m. we were headed back in Tony's rig toward Diani Beach. We needed to resupply and see about charging electronics. This has become a headache. A necessary plug that worked,
We shopped. Selections are limited. I wanted rubber cement, as my doggone air mattress is leaking badly. I tried, to no avail, to repair it with duct tape. I had to buy an entire tire repair kit just to get a tube of the cement I needed. I could survive, miserably, with a flat air mattress for most of the trip, but it must function on Mount Kilimanjaro or the cold wouldn't be good.
It's hard to imagine cold right now. I have no idea how hot it is, but it's real hot. They say that where we're heading next, toward East Tsavo and West Tsavo, is even hotter. Oh my.
This mama baboon is packing the baby baboon behind. They are pests here.
We had a nice lunch at an awesome little restaurant on the beach before resuming taking care of our resupply chores.
