tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28360765.post2176656390373044457..comments2007-10-28T00:00:35.112+10:00tonyparkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642680619668762777noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28360765.post-64111014996721534852007-10-28T00:00:00.000+10:002007-10-28T00:00:00.000+10:00D'oh!!Javahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14277854645434859624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28360765.post-63881688366232376602007-10-26T17:35:00.000+10:002007-10-26T17:35:00.000+10:00Well said there Noddy, the old colonial look should engender some respect from those itchy fingered blighters over there . <BR/>A bloody rat has been sleeping in my pith helmet though. Damn jungle wherever you go these days.ali gnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28360765.post-59842453023725776202007-10-25T22:52:00.000+10:002007-10-25T22:52:00.000+10:00What happened to good old safari suits, sam brownes and pith helmets, whatnoddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107843043404791405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28360765.post-57530201482023381552007-10-25T20:31:00.001+10:002007-10-25T20:31:00.001+10:00OK good advice, no military patterns.<BR/>Just the Mannlicher then.ali gnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28360765.post-61469402041700738182007-10-25T20:31:00.000+10:002007-10-25T20:31:00.000+10:00OK good advice, no military patterns.<BR/>Just the Mannlicher then.ali gnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28360765.post-5825970527368949032007-10-25T19:03:00.000+10:002007-10-25T19:03:00.000+10:00Well done, Ali G, for spotting the 'Khaki fever' double entendre.<BR/><BR/>We had a guy in the campsite next to us, a german tourist, dressed in head-to-toe matching camouflage. Less is more, I find, when it comes to military patterns in Africa, lest the presidential guard become itchy on the trigger fingers.<BR/><BR/>Well done, too, to Noddy for two excellent suggestions in recent times - whistling key rings and boiling monkey brains.<BR/><BR/>Keep 'em coming.tonyparkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642680619668762777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28360765.post-85381744281257525422007-10-25T10:13:00.000+10:002007-10-25T10:13:00.000+10:00Striking camp was what we chaps called it way back then in the old 'green' beret days my boy.<BR/>Sweaty, grubby, being ordered about by the CEO [Mrs Blog] and losing the car keys not quite the picture one has of a hero in a TP book.<BR/>Similar sort of fever here too at the moment...khaki fever [car key, get it?]...cant decide whether to pack the camoflauge jungle trousers with the Mannlicher for next months trip over.ali gnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28360765.post-308992123219240312007-10-25T08:05:00.000+10:002007-10-25T08:05:00.000+10:00Pip,pip RSM<BR/>I believe "decamping" is the proper terminology. Maybe invest in one of those key locator's which make a noise when you whistle (old bush trick)noddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02107843043404791405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28360765.post-15222724366457729252007-10-25T07:04:00.000+10:002007-10-25T07:04:00.000+10:00One can only say 'Shit' in such a situation.meggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00061112627819270427noreply@blogger.com