In summary what follows left me wanting to lie in a darkened room belly up and never ever venture into the world of communications again:
- Saturday midday ring Nzuma Lodge (Peter had a mutual friend who knows the owner)- his wife says they are full but may be able to sort something but will let me know first thing Sunday morn. I hear nothing so send a message saying 'not to worry I will sort something else out' - (sent from mobile phone that works, important detail.)
- Saturday early evening email Jasper - asking what chance is he could drive Peter out to Mareja (conscious that he is not best pleased with Dominik and his ways - so it is a tentative query)
- Sunday morning 10am UK/11am Moz no word from either of above ...so I contact my good friend Rebecca for help
- About 11am UK - peace and tranquillity descends - Rebecca offers bed, I imagine Peter happy, welcomed with beach views, sun and beer and feel greatly relieved
- About lunchtime - still feeling relaxed...I get text 'No Peter'.... then the new picture unfurls
- Jasper's brother has waited an hour, so has Rebecca, no Peter - I get indigestion and break out in pregnancy enhanced sweat
- 3 people waiting to collect 1 - Peter leaves with most unexpected option
Who would think I could cause such long-range chaos?
Last I heard, 2 days later than planned, Peter was heading with Dominik to Mareja ...Peter was driving while Dominik enjoyed the view - I believe he was testing his 4x4 skills. I wonder if Peter was in the mood for more tests...for sure I am NOT!
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