There is no perfect fieldwork. Or: the shit hit the fan

"the shit hit the fan" is the comment that my boss added about what happened something like 5 days ago. So, what's going on here?! in flat and dry Botswana?
Still in Ghanzi area, next days we will go to the North. And in 2 days a new car with a new driver will be here for us, so finally we can tell gee scheisse andatevene affanculo to both the driver and the car rental owner.
Did we rent a car with a driver and a project leader? no. so we don't expect the driver to take control of the sampling and start behaving like the king of Sticazzi. in his damn chair all the time, protesting against the slavery imposed by the two silly white women, white and racists. at the beginning he was just claiming for a more relaxed life, more chill out, take it easy. then I tryed to adapt and even smoke weed with him, but still thinking that he was chilling more than enough. as we explained that we cannot pay an extra salary for his essential contribution in ruling the project, he freaked out, claiming worker rights and saying that he will drive only 8 hours a day. that means that if he puts his ass in the car at 7.00 o clock, he will stop driving at 16.00. problematic, if we need to reach a settlement in the morning, and work thre and drive back in late afternoon and maybe do shopping in town or whatever. and he starts to boicott as well. and making an impossible nerve tension in the air. the car rental owner is a complete incompetent, he talks like Yoghi the bear, and says that he is scared of the driver that wants to put the case on court.
I am going to beat him, as a logic response to irrational people behaviour.

In a petrol station on the border with namibia, we met a guy from Germany. by bike. Well, he started in Germany with his bike, and in 15 months drove down to this part of Africa. cool. such an interestin meeting. his web site: http://www.joachimheld.text-ins-ohr.de/

what else. thrilling night in the safari tent, with a spooky security guard following us, strange noises, wind, insects attacking.
insects love me. mosquitos all over me (well, I knew also before, from Italy), insetto stecco gigante, bugs find shelter in my hair on my scalp (I think i saw a dead flea on my pillow), dung beetle, mini wasps kindly tasting me, and the nicests, the butterflies.

sometimes I stay days without internet and mobile network, and I get bored. but today i opened the internet and I saw lots of messages and emails and I am happy. As far as I know I can get SMS only from countries that are not Italy (UK and Germany). no idea why. but if somebody would ever have an inspiration and get a cheap internetional phone card and try to call me that would be welcome and possibly rewarded with some african handcrafts for christmas. (unless Ilagam points out that the main product of Botswana is diamonds). Keep in mind that here is one hour forward, and I go to bed at 22.00. when the bugs start to rise and attack.
capito cani randagi?? chiamate se siete ispirati.

Working is fine, we have to deal with drunkness but it is ok, we meet people, we have to smoke the horrible tobacco with them (when i am under effect of this tobacco my boss takes the interviews) and the old people always wants to chat a lot.

going to write some dumbstuff in italian.
Love,
k