I feel sweat pooling on top of my bald head. My hat has trapped it there as it is too saturated from the hours sitting in the blazing sun. I can’t complain as it saved me from looking like a tomato. I’ve been a bit stupid, stubborn if you will, I’ve not seen a bloody thing all day. It’s been too hot. The murky green water before me ripples in the wind, minuscule waves appear but even they seem too lethargic to cross the whole length of the pond. Each one dissipates a few feet from the shore. Elephant droppings & submerged rocks must be creating some type of counter balance. I can’t be arsed to think much harder as all my thoughts revolve around the heat. If it was not the last afternoon I will spend in the bush for some time I would move off, right now I have hedged my bets that something will appear. An hour later I’ve still seen nothing, three guinea fowl 100 meters away don’t count. As the sun drops so does the temperature, that is the only positive as the sun now blinds my eyes. I don’t need them anyway, there’s nothing to be seen. As I strain to see I hear a rock being kicked followed by the hollow sound of hooves on rock. I still cannot see but then a dust trail gives the owners away, 3 zebras marching into drink. The golden trail inches closer, occasionally it stops but then continues, moments later the zebras reach the waters edge. The murky water lures the zebras in, they drink before wading in. I laugh at myself, At least they get some respite from this bloody heat!