My morning went like this:
Okay, Cary, we have an EXCITING new opportunity for you
Mmmhmmm
Well, we know you loved that last camp we sent you to
Yes, yes indeed. Loved. Loved A LOT
Well, things have changed
Nooooooo
Not for the worse
Righto
Well, we don't think putting you back of house in a big camp is right for you
Okay (yes, right, far too spectacular a shining little star for that, NO ONE puts Baby in the corner, gotcha, we can thrash that one out later if you like)
We think....
Mmmhmmm
Well, we think you would be GREAT as camp manager at our super exclusive mobile explorers camp, they need someone like you out there
...
...
It's an all male staff though...
well, the chef is a lady...
How do you feel about that?
Um
...
Errrr
......
Now don't panic
Okay
The camp is absolutely spectacular. It's a mobile camp, a sort of permanent mobile camp, closed for three months of the year. Super luxurious and old school, incredible game, they focus mainly on walking safaris and canoe trails. 100% solar power, no comms (only radio, eeek), outdoor bucket showers, dinners under the stars, super isolated, on the spillway. Basically, they picked up an entire camp from the Selous in Tanzania aaaaand put it in Botswana. It's REAL nice. Persian rugs and crystal cognac decanters, antique furniture, floor cushions and low tables, lanterns and candles and bohemian flair. Very romantic and lovely.
Fine, if I MUST. But I want an outdoor shower. And a pet squirrel, then we can talk (and chocolate, lllllllots of chocolate). Oh, and I want to to go on ALL the walking safaris and, leopard cubs, in my tent, on my pillow, every night.
Cool?
Cool
