Work on blog a bit, organize pix. Spend a bit of the afternoon at the river. As leaving, see a hippo upstream from us. As traveling back to station get waylaid by a few elephant herds. Can see that they kick up the grass to eat it.

Sunday night skype call with folks. Try to figure out saying on back of dad’s ‘Tusker’ beer shirt (thanks for pointing out the letters, mom)

Later find out that "Tusker baada ya kazi" means “Tusker after work.” But because ‘baada’ sounds very much like ‘badala’ many times the phrase "Tusker badala ya kazi" is substituted, which means “Tusker instead of work”

As walk to dinner, pitch black but hear crunching and munching of elephants. One of the security guards (=askari) sees my flashlight and I get an escort. Eles probably ~60 feet away lazily eating dinner. I have a crazy elephant dream: set in the Midwest, a handful of folks are watching two elephant herds out on the plains. And these elephants are HUGE, something like three times their normal ridiculous height. We watch as the especially ridiculously huge bull attacks another resulting in some bloody tusk wounds. We then see that the herd is about to charge us. Though they’re a ways away, we all fly down the stairs. We take cover in a bunker like room in the basement as though we are taking cover from a tornado. So I guess my brain overlaps tornadoes and elephants as ‘big nasty powerful force of nature.’ Geez, guess I really was raised a Midwesterner.