A wildebeest is a gnu, a gnu is a wildebeest. For some of you who watched the Adventures of Harriet Hamilton, you might remember the line about how the new gnu knew. Just for the record, I wasn’t there, as I was in South Africa, looking at real live gnus. We saw one gnu today at a waterhole, and even then, it was mostly in the dark. We had been eating supper and looking at the passing springbok drinking from he waterhole when the guard gestured towards the hole at one of the darker sections. I saw the gnu when it moved; a great roiling mass of bone and muscle that moved towards the light, scaring all the springbok while at it.

For those of you who have recently latched on to this saga, we are in Botswana, a country right above South Africa. We have driven from the capitol, Gaborone, and are now at a place called Thakadu Bush Camp. Its central focus is on the watering hole, and people sit around it all day.

Today Eryn and I called ECA (Emerald Christian Academy) to tell our classmates our website. The only ones that actually talked into the phone (yelled, more like) were Destiny, Emma, and Krista. Then, because of some error in the connection, the line disconnected, and after Eryn tried several different tones of ‘hello’ and got me to say ‘yo’ she ended the call.