So, we get a nice man that we found on the side of the road to drive us to the Zimbabwe/Botswana boarder along with two other girls that were going to Maun to shop. We got to the boarder and got through after waiting in an extremely long and annoying line but its whatever, then we starting walking along this long and seemingly non-ending road when a pick up truck drove past and we flagged them down. They were a little bit grumpy but they finally agreed to drive us to the hitching spot (yes those exist in Africa, everyone hitch hikes). We stood there for a long time, it was as if no one was going to stop for us and once this old white couple past us in a big Suburban style car which made me and Anna bummed out and frantically trying to figure out what we would do if we couldn't get anyone else to pick us up. But then... magically, the white couple had seen us on the side of the road and like most parents could not figure out why for the life of us, we were standing in the middle of the hot sun on the side of the road- so they picked us up! Their car was super nice too so we sort of thought we had hit the jackpot and they were going right past where we needed to go so good news, they said they could drop us off right there! About 2 hours into the drive (which was about the 4 hour drive) we hear this BOOM thud thud thud...blown out tire. Dang it. So we all pile out and work really hard to get the trashed tire off the car and then we try our very best to get the spare out from under the car but it is stuck pretty good, I am 98% under the car messing with different chains and nobs and sweating kind of a lot when a car of locals pulled up and got it out from under the car and onto the car in about 3 minutes- embarrassing But thank you. But then, the driver of our car gave them a wad of cash and I am not sure how I feel about that for two reasons: it didn't take them that long and its really nice to help people without getting something from it, AND secondly, for me it just makes the "rich white man" stereotype more true and why wouldn't they believe it if they get money every time they perform an act of kindness huh? Anyways I'm not saying they don't deserve a reward because without them we would have been stuck there for a long time but it is a vicious cycle of when and how much is appropriate.
Moving on... we finally got back on the road and to this cute little hotel. We set up our little tent and went to go sit on the deck and keep our eyes peeled for elephants! Well, of course I fell asleep waiting but then, there it was! It was only one guy but we were so close to it, you could see the texture in the golden brown eyes, you could see each and every wrinkle defined by the sand and the water and the years of sun that had worn on the old guy. It was phenomenal. We watched him drink and splash water on himself for about 20 minutes before he turned around and went on his merry way.
My have a few favorite things about sitting there: the first is the immature side of me but elephants have absolutely no problem farting- loudly. And they stink. So I consider it a proud day to be named Sarah when I know what elephant tooting sounds and smells like- and of course I am a 10 year old boy and lost it every time... Anyways the adult in me was completely intrigued by the sound of the water as it was leaving the trunk and going down the elephants throat... it sounded like a waterfall! And like I said before, the eyes. Elephant eyes are one of the few very big wild animals I have been lucky enough to be close enough to for me to be able to really study.



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