Jambo in Swahili is “hello.” “Mambo” means, “Any problems?”  Like ‘em so much they may be permanent additions to the vocabulary.   Fun to be on the other side of the cage here.  So open, there is no place to hide in the event of an angry or annoyed elephant, water buffalo, leopard or even an impala.  Not even a stick to grab!   Yesterday, we had the privilege of seeing two cheetahs lounge sleepily, one laying on another’s belly. They got slowly up, walking disinterestedly toward a Thompsons gazelle grazing calmly 50 yards away.  In a flash, they blazed toward the gazelle and all three disappeared in a large cloud of dust.  Gazelle toast.  Many experienced guests and their guides had never seen a cheetah, much less a cheetah kill!   Have a fine picture of me today holding the head of the goat we had for lunch today next to my head.  I’ll share with all at dinner sometime soon.  We had the barbecue in the same spot as the slaughter and the butchery, with fly covered carcass and entrails, covered with the goatskin only as a second thought!  This however is in preparation for tomorrow’s ceremonial goat sacrifice for us, at which I am expected to drink the first cup of blood from the jugular vein upon the initial slice of the throat.  I am going to allow Bev to take my place for this part. Then, the formal entire dressing out takes 45 minutes in their skilled hands. Then, instead of the fine buffet already paid for in my package, I will once again have goat meat, and probably not the nice filet mignon piece.  Priceless! Then I will go to the game drive at 4 pm hungry, since I’m definitely worried about their fruits, roots, and salads.   Simon our guide is amazing.  Can’t ask him a question to stump him.  Knows every large bird so far and lots of small ones.  Our list is up to about 40 already.  Favorites include the secretary bird, kori bustard, white brow weaver, chestnut billed kingfisher, lilac breasted roller. Check them out.   Jambo mambo