Machete

I never thought I'd be doing a job where I was cursing because the machete was too blunt - although there may have been times teaching at Mayhem when even a blunt one would have been welcomed.
And in fact, this afternoon, we were glad of it.
On the way to the river we came across two likely lads skulking off the beaten track. We couldn't see that they were doing anything wrong, just...well, skulking, but they looked shifty and when they saw us coming along with the big kick-arse secateurs that look like bolt-cutters and a machete, they kind of took a step back.

Hacking through the undergrowth however, made us realise that a blunt one was worse than useless since it had to be carried as well. In the end, Alex used it for flattening some of the brush.

We didn't find any lost tribes, nor Dr. Livingstone, but we got further down the great, grey, green, greasy Limpopo all set about with fever trees and we felt like explorers.

So, we're heading south for the weekend. It was frosty here this morning, and more than likely it'll be frostier still in Birch Bay, but the journey down there should be more comfortable than before.

Hasta domingo.