Ivory Tree Game Lodge

Ivory Tree Game Lodge.

Sunday Afternoon

We were welcomed by a champagne glass full of guava juice. Please note at this point, we were still in our traveling clothes, dirty, smelly, yes, those traveling clothes from Friday. Our bags were delivered to our room, and we were sent to the buffet to eat lunch. Aw hell yeah. It’s amazing here—we have our very own pet cricket, Otumbo, who lives on the bathroom door. Above is a picture of her next to the lucky Half-Dollar Erin gave me. Thanks Erin! I assume he will act as our conscience, and if we try to make Elephant leg footstools, he’ll sing us a song about not poaching. There’s a decorative pond with a crocodile in it. For reals. I thought it was fake, and then when we came back, it had moved. It says to say hi to the Alligator gang back in Mass. There’s also another tree full of African weaver birds, which is pretty rad. We went to our room, excitedly reunited with our bags, and our joy was immediately tempered by the pile of soggy socks and underwear. I was not intending to wear my candy corn socks on the game drive, but now I has no choice. Lizzie bought a pair at the gift shop, but they only have men’s sizes, so they go up to her armpits. Hot!

Oh yes, I had packed bug spray, but my soggy bag no longer contains bug spray. Why would you take that? Seriously. In any case, there was some in our room, but I immediately dropped it, and broke the nozzle. Lizzie had already sprayed up, and I tried to jury rig it, but immediately after covering myself in a sputtering spray, a bug flew into my face.

Delicious!

Next stop—high tea and the game drive.