Well that has been the fastest month every in my life. I have been to Zambia, did all that I needed to do and have returned home safely. Over the next while I will post some reports on what we accomplished this trip. I will say that I kept healthy and moved about even though our logistical plan had collapsed with the engine blowing up near Zimba on our way to Livingstone. Even the Spitting Cobra we surprised on a forest trail at our Kamalamba Demonstration Forest missed its mark; namely me. He was just as scared as me but his reflexes were quicker. It only took him a second to stand on his tail and strike. The pause in my reflexes almost cost me fang holes in my shirt and soiled shorts. Thanks Fred for pulling me back and breaking its spell.