Lieutenant John Chard: The army doesn’t like more than one disaster in a day.
Bromhead: Looks bad in the newspapers and upsets civilians at their breakfast.
We went to the ‘berg for the weekend. Feels like we haven’t been away in forever. The spawning of the second progeny has put a real damper on our efforts to be cartological. (My spell checker wants to change this to scatological… which when you have an infant, I suppose, your interest in all thing fecal do tend to go up a notch, much to your chagrin)
In any event, the Drakensberg is only a three hour drive from where we live, so really, its a sad indictment on our lives that we don’t make an effort to get out here more. I used to come to this part of the world quite often when I was a mere sprite. (as in fay, not the carbonated beverage)
My parents (who were… and still are, Luddites) took it upon themselves to inflict upon us the great outdoors. (their enthusiasm for which lead me being mauled by huge alpha baboon once… 80’s parenting dictated the treatment for this indignity was to just walk it off, maybe dab some antiseptic on it if you were lucky… ‘you know you can see into my leg right?’)
Ha ha. Good times.
In any event, there are… maybe three historical movies that I actually like. Tora, Tora, Tora. Master and Commander. And Zulu.
There is one… slight niggle I have with Zulu… and that is the location of Rourkes Drift in the film.
You see this mountain range is about 200km west from the actual Rourkes Drift. Which might annoy me in a lesser movie…
In any event, this is where we were at. I spent my time picking up bugs and showing them to my girls… since little people hobble the range of your responsible endeavors. (unless those little people are actually hobbits) A few more years and I’ll be leading them up frigid rivers, wrangling puff-adders (with barbecue tongs) and otherwise experiencing nature and its complete lack of WiFi.