That is all that clean living in the bush for you. Lots of air, no women, moldy corn meal for lunch...
African PHing is tough.
Of course, those guys could find a toddy in a nuns convent.
Coming back in after a hard day on the Rover, a quick hot shower and pressed skivvies and then navigate their furry tongue into a tumbler to wind down for the nights debauchery.
Envy gribs me...
