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Blog 45 – Dec '17 – A Week in the Life (Part 2)

Day 4 – Thursday

It was back to the community today, although this time we weren’t going far so we didn’t need our car. Instead we drove the 3km to the gate, walked down to the river and took our little tinnie across to the community – this allows us to avoid the extortionate ferry, but often strikes fear into our minds when the tinnie engine doesn’t start, but the tinnie does start… drifting down the river. Having successfully made it across the river, we walked towards the town centre where we met with some of our farmers and community members who we were taking on a game drive. Although this community lives only 100m from the Park (only the river separates the Park from the community) many have never been there, so if they have ever seen wild animals it was during conflict – a lion eating their cattle, an elephant destroying their property, or worse, one of these animals threatening their lives. So, we try to take some of the community in to the Park each year so they can see the animals through the eyes of a tourist. The journalists were also there - to get photos and interviews with the community and our staff on the community side. This morning was a bit of a disaster – our bookings for the games drives were written in the camp’s books a day after they were supposed to happen. Which meant that the guide, who also acts as manager when the manager is in town, was on manager duty that day and they had no-one to replace him. After a bit of negotiation (and hair pulling on my part) we agreed that if I sent my Scientific Officer to the camp and had her ‘play’ manager during the guest check-out time window, then the guide could come and take our group on its drive. After what was the longest hour in history, the guide arrived ready for the drive. Once I had loaded the community, and one journalist, onto the game viewer and given them their drinks, snacks and binoculars, I wished them good sightings and headed off to the Agricultural Office. We have no office outside of the Park so meetings can be logistically tricky. As I had three job interviews that I was conducting, I needed a place to sit and fortunately the Agricultural Officer was willing to let me commander his office for the day. Two job interviews came and went without a hitch, but the third didn’t show up. Not one with time to waste, I walked to the school to use the time to speak with the head teacher* and the environment club teachers to discuss the next environment club date and topic before crossing back in the tinnie.

 

*I have never been called to the head teacher’s office so many times in my life. Fortunately, it is always for good reasons - the last time was because I was invited, as a VIP no less, to hand out awards at the school’s Prize Giving Ceremony.

L: The farmers and chief look on as hippos play in the river and R: The community members get some distance from the elephants – this was enough distance for them to relax (the community members, not the elephants which almost always relax)

 

Day 5 – Friday

Friday started very much like Thursday. Drive, tinnie, town centre, journalists, farmers into game drive vehicle. But, fortunately I got to go with the farmers today and the guide showed up without hassle. One of the perks of being the boss is that I get to go on fun trips to the Park a couple of times a year – which is fortunate as otherwise I would barely spend any time in the field. The farmers enjoyed their day but were notably fearful of the elephants despite their distance and calmness – clearly the farmers’ past experiences are hard to shake. As well as elephants we saw many hippos, impala with their brand-new babies, and hordes of zebra**. Upon returning to the community at midday I hot-footed it back to the meeting room to conduct my third interview. It was a day late, but better late than never, or so they say. Having finished the interview, I walked to the camp site where the journalists were staying. Over the next few hours they interviewed me and my team both on the community side, and across the river in our camp. They then reinterviewed me when they realised the first one was too dark because of the location. If anyone wonders what is worse for a self-conscious, introvert than being videoed for something that will end up in public domain… it is being interviewed twice. Even worse, is seeing (and hearing) the interview being replayed.

 

**This park, the Makgadikgadi Pans National Park, is home to the second biggest zebra migration in the world with over 20,000 zebra visiting our area towards the end of the dry season each year, before heading back to the salt pans.

Being interviewed for a film, radio show and an article – also known as smiling whilst simultaneously thinking “kill me now”

 

Day 6 – Saturday

For the rest of my team, Saturday is a three-hour working day but not for me. Because I get any Saturdays worked back as leave, I work a full day. Sometimes I decide to work from my tent now that I have spent a fortune installing a solar power system and today I decided to, as it almost makes it feel like a weekend. I had a lot to get through and my tent is a place of refuge where I can get stuck into work without being distracted. So, I spent the day compiling reports, one for a donor and one for the Department of Wildlife, as well as preparing a presentation that I will be delivering to our Botswana NGO Board in a week’s time. The day was rounded out by a smattering of accounting duties and typing up notes from the job interviews. These notes are mostly so that I could share the interviews my boss, who, based in England, hasn’t been able to attend the interviews. It was fortunate through this period that I didn’t plan to leave my tent as I spent hours in spitting distance of three big bull elephants. They seemed to be enjoying wandering around my tent and munching on the burned shrubs. I had to tell myself numerous times to ‘be sensible’ as I kept wanting to step out on to my deck to watch them and take photos. But, it is much more sensible to stay inside the tent where I am part of the tent’s silhouette, and therefore look much larger. I was mostly sensible but still couldn’t fight the urge to stand outside when they were a little further away. They eventually moved off and out of camp. Having finished work at a reasonable enough time, and being once again free to leave my tent, I did my laundry (by hand as we don’t have power in camp, or the money, for a machine) and then settled in front of my laptop to watch some downloaded TV with a glass of red wine in time for night fall.

Relatively shoddy photos from inside my tent as I watched these beasts enjoy their lunch

Day 7 – Sunday

Whilst Sundays are designated rest days here in camp, I usually use them to catch up on work so I am ready for the week ahead. This Sunday, I rose early - because the heat in our tents prevents lay ins - then I did some more hand washing (I can never steel myself to do a full week of clothes and linen in one go, so it usually carries over many days) and then packed for another trip to Maun. I had three more interviews scheduled for the next day so I had to go back in sooner than hoped. After packing, it was time for the ferry, followed by mass potholes and then civilisation. I was there early enough to have lunch at one of the only cafés in town whilst using them for their wi-fi so I could download emails ready to do a few hours of work in the evening. That evening, after wading through hours of emails, I cooked dinner for the two researchers I was staying with as a thank you for giving me a free room for a couple of nights. Dinner was enjoyed with a beer, while watching bush babies jump around the trees in the back yard and the sharing of bush stories, often starting like “I was almost killed by…”.

 

And that’s a pretty typical week-in-the-life of me. Although journalists aren’t here every week, their presence isn’t completely uncommon in this line of work and is something I am having to get used to. And although I only got to get out in the Park once, that is unfortunately a common occurrence. I hope that when our new staff member comes on board and takes over some of the community work, I will be able to get into the Park and do a bit more research.

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