Potholes

I get a bit blase about potholes (chuck holes to my American audience) but they certainly can be irritating.  Now the army/council blew up the bridge to my road, the only way out is a twisty road with an impressive pothole count.



Potholes start roundish (but with sharp edges which makes them worse for the car than dirt tracks).








Occasionally (just once actually) one might find an African Land Snail (foot for size comparison).

Periodically, enterprising people fill holes with mud or with brick bits and then hold out a bowl for tips. The benefits are welcome but not long-lasting.












Today, official repairers started by making the holes square and then they poured in grit and tamped it down.












This is when it started to rain again, so I guess there will be more stages tomorrow.














Meanwhile, The road right next to the house hasn't had much tarmac for some time.
















Indeed one car got completely stuck in the mud when trying to visit us. It was about this spot, but this photo was in dry season.












But maybe the arrival of heaps of grit is cause for hope...

Under a Baobab

It seems David Livingstone was fond of camping under Baobab trees. This one is where he contemplated the Kapichira falls he couldn't pass.
  

Greater Kudu

And who are you looking at?

Roads and quagmires

Once upon a time there was a badly rutted dirt road across the campus and so a grader was brought to make it smooth(ish). Sadly, it rained the next night, and it rained a lot! The freshly smoothed road became a quagmire.

Car leaves the mud-covered tarmac to enter the quagmire.

Two days later, there is sunshine and the mud has dried, so the grader comes back.

That very afternoon, it rained....