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It's time for my first border run to renew my visa next week, and the timing is working out perfectly so that we can take a few extra days in South Africa to explore Kruger National Park. We're leaving this Friday and are going to spend four days camping in the park next week. It's a very last-minute plan and we're kind of flying by the seat of our pants, but I think that should make it even more fun. The big things are taken care of - transportation and campgrounds - and possibly most importantly a tent to sleep in. We debated what to do about procuring a tent, and finally decided to borrow from a couple other very generous volunteers. The only catch? They live four hours away. So, in what might be the most ridiculous display of thriftiness, we woke up early Friday morning to make our way up to Maphananie, four hours in a chappa, 30 minutes at their house, and we were back on the road home. We were thrilled, however, when we caught a ride with the first truck that passed by us - three Mozambiquan men heading home to Maxixe for the weekend and happy about selling their truck-full of potatoes in Vilankulos that day. Planning a celebration that night, they stopped several times along the way to see what deals they could find - in the end we were in the back with a crate of lobsters, two live chickens and firewood. At one point they almost added a gazelle, and a live goat, thankfully for us they passed on those two. Between our traveling companions and our windblown hair, we laughed the entire way back.

This is a still shot from a video, so it's hard to see, but we're thinking about sending the video into a shampoo company, I mean, who wouldn't want these windblown locks??

Apparently I was feeling extra tough hitch-hiking with aviators on?