George was ferried by plane to an airstrip in the Kalahari Desert to transport a different plane back to Maun. However he had to wait three hours on the ground in the middle of the Kalahari for said plane. George being the forward thinking guy that he is, decided to pack some biltong and mango roll snacks.
He neglected to think of a situation where he would have to "go", presuming that the five star accommodation would have facilities at the airstrip. This situation crept up on him in the second hour and that's when he decided to make the 1km walk up and down the airstrip looking for some sort of facilities, clenching the entire way.
Needless to say, there were none. As he was walking back to one of the parked aircraft, the mango roll came to haunt him and he had to bolt into the bushes. Looking around at the acacia trees as a toilet paper alternative, he decided against it.
He emerged from the bushes, professional pilot up top and no pants party down below. He made his way down the airstrip to a parked aircraft, dangly bits flowing in the wind. Rummaging through the aircraft he managed to find a bottle of water and an oil rag.
Repanted and refreshed, George was faced with the issue of disposing of the oil rag. Disposing of it in a protected game reserve would just be irresponsible,so he tied it to the inside of the fire extinguisher shelter, to be collected another a day.
He neglected to think of a situation where he would have to "go", presuming that the five star accommodation would have facilities at the airstrip. This situation crept up on him in the second hour and that's when he decided to make the 1km walk up and down the airstrip looking for some sort of facilities, clenching the entire way.
Needless to say, there were none. As he was walking back to one of the parked aircraft, the mango roll came to haunt him and he had to bolt into the bushes. Looking around at the acacia trees as a toilet paper alternative, he decided against it.
He emerged from the bushes, professional pilot up top and no pants party down below. He made his way down the airstrip to a parked aircraft, dangly bits flowing in the wind. Rummaging through the aircraft he managed to find a bottle of water and an oil rag.
Repanted and refreshed, George was faced with the issue of disposing of the oil rag. Disposing of it in a protected game reserve would just be irresponsible,so he tied it to the inside of the fire extinguisher shelter, to be collected another a day.
Elly in camp
Some of the Dirt Donkeys crew
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