I have now started reading 'West with the Night' by Beryl Markham. A book which very poetically provides an insight into colonial Africa as lived by one of the very first female aviators in the early 1900s. Beryl flew back and fourth over the Masai and Serengetti for a large part of her adult life and for a wide range of reasons; delivering medical supplies, searching for missing people, or stranded planes, hunting, transporting passengers, delivering spare vehicle parts etc. In a land and a time where landing strips were marked with oil-soaked rags set alight inside tin cans and the sight of a motor car always turned heads, every flight was a mini-adventure.
I managed to collect my Malarone tablets today too, along with some one-a-day anti-histamine and a new mosquito-bite electric-clicker (a marvellous invention and saved both mine and Ant's sanity on many occasions whilst travelling in the van). I think I am now well and truly ready to take on those African mossies.
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