Ngona Lodge.

Paul and Ester Rombart wanted to go the Ngona Lodge for swimming and lunch, so we decided to join them. On the way, I got some good photos. This is Paul and Ester's 4 year-old daughter. 

With having my Mum edit my blog posts, she gets to see things first. Funny her, she left this:

"What an Amazing Photo, Austin!  You might want to give her mum a digital copy through email."

Yup I will.

Dark of the Face.

Here are the older kids of Rombart's. That is; two out of three. Ezra and I forgot the other one's name. The Rombart's are Dutch, so there have been three different languages for the past week. Lol. Lots of work.

Cutees!

And I managed to get every one comfortably sat in the back of truck with enough leg space for each.

On our way to Ngona Lodge, we stopped to help another mzunga (white person) along the way that needed a car jack to higher his vehicle. I don't know for sure, but I think it could have been a flat wheel.

Notice the huge boom box in the back. :D

And here is Ngona Lodge. It is really neat. I wish I lived in Jamaica, and I had a house like this. It is truly amazing.

As soon as I got my lunch someone noticed a crocodile out in the water and in a couple minutes everyone knew. I had to zoom nearly full zoom to get this guy. I was pretty lucky to get that. I think it was more for you followers than me. ;)

A closer version.

I cropped these both as it was taken at a really long photo range, so that is why it is blurry.

K and I swam for awhile, and then decided to go venturing off. Here are a couple landscape shots.

You see that huge rock there. It is somewhere between 20 feet to 30 feet tall. Keiran and I really wanted to climb up it, but there were no gripped areas, so we wouldn't be able to climb.

We walked around the rock and found a crack about eight inches wide that went up the rock. The crack met with a tree that grew into the rock, and near the top there were some rocks to hold onto to get to the top. So Keiran and I decided to free climb it. A 16 year-old had followed us from the pool, and we invited him to climb with us. It was pretty hard and freaky as heck. If you fall back, you're either dead or seriously injured. I'm not kidding. The first part you had to find grips in the rock surface and brace your feet between the crack, then you had to grab the tree and use it to climb up.

I look like a grouch. Lol.

And the next part you had to use those rocks at the top to pull yourself up. The view was okay. Lol. The climb down was quite a bit harder than climbing up.

Here it is again from a farther distance.

Keiran and I then climbed on a rock formation in the centre of the Shire.

Dead end. Back around. Lol.

Nature at peace.

I'm that little bit of sunshine. Just if you can't see me.... ;)

I added these two photos below to show how the river is dropping. It has dropped about two feet in the last three weeks.

Before.

After.

And the water here also dropped. You can see the water lines.

As I was taking the photo above, I noticed this Malawian canoe. It is really quite heavy to lift.

Some action shots of Keiran jumping to the sand.

Ya, I know. It looks like he is bull riding this log.

Perfectly timed.

On our way down the trails, we passed a few women fishing. They better hope the crocodiles are far away.

Here's a picture of the trails that we were following. Quite different than you'd imagine, right?

And for all those people out there commenting that I should wear shoes out into the wilderness - here you are. A photo showing that this time there is nothing to worry about. Lol. Here's the proof.

People have also been saying how white I am. Well, here you are again. Lol. The Sun-Tanning Rock. 

The Sun-Tanning Rock (his mother would call it Crocodile Rock!)

We continued down the path until we saw this bridge. We then decided that we'd better head back to check in with the folks.

Some more nature shots:

By the time we got half-way back, we met up with Darren and Paul. They had gone looking for us, because we failed to tell them that we were leaving. Ooops. As a punishment, we were to make dinner for them: Spaghetti.

We got back, and K and I started making the dinner. Well, technically I did, because Keiran doesn't know how to make spaghetti. There was one rule though: We were not allowed to be told what to do, we had to make the food by ourselves. That wasn't bad at all. Kind of made things fun.

 I fried up the ground beef and onions, tossed in tomato sauce and tomato past, put some garlic and some chopped peppers, a bit of water, Italian Herbs, Basil, Salt and Pepper, and finally - two different hot-sauces. Cooked up the spaghetti noodles and TADA!! Leila said it was really spicy, but it was less than mild to me, so ya. Lol.

Spaghetti!

Cooking away.