14.02.2009 - 26.03.2009
I can not possibly bring myself to apologise enough for the lack of news from me in the last few months. Fear not though, I am doing quite well, although *it* has seemingly gone from one farcial episode to the next. I shudder to think what would have happened if had not been here to look after it..
But anyways, i should pickup the tale where it was left off.
As we sailed off from this wonderful, if strange and non elk-accessible island of St. Helena, I wondered again exactly what it had in mind. But looking back at the slowly disappearing headlands, i sadly wondered if I would ever be able to return.
The journey was surprisingly rough to begin with, and many of these humans disappeared from view for some time to be do things which are very un-elk like. Slightly surprisingly, my stupid human was not amongst them. Towards the end though, the fun started to kick off: Late night partying which – obviously – only took off after i had taken control of the DJ'ing, and of course, stolen enough wine from the ships crew
Many hours later, with virtually all the Stupid Human's still asleep or drunk, daylight broke and we started the slow meander into the harbour at Walvisbaai, and I had the chance to say goodbye to some new Human friends. I admit to being a little apprehensive. After all, I am a good solid Scandinavian elk, and this is Africa, full of strange animals that i have never before met. And whilst I know I am the paragon of friendliness – I am traveling with a stupid Human after all – I have no idea how some of the animals will react to the sudden appearance of an Elk. I hope they are nice to me.
And just like that, we had arrived in the harbour. And my short holiday was over. Now it is back to the duties passed on through my family, and I have again to attempt to look after my dratted stupid human. Such joy, isn't it, my dear friends?
And with that, i was one of the very first Elk in Africa.