Jim spent over an hour cleaning the blood  out of the cab of the Beagle. He started with just a roll of towels but soon realized it would take more. Most of the blood is ours. It is smeared on the windows and the dashboard, on the console and the floor. We were attacked – by tsetse flies. Africa has many creatures that can easily kill you. Tsetse flies are on that long list. Their bite may or may not carry sleeping sickness – what will more likely kill you is when you are bitten, you’ll scream and swerve into oncoming traffic. The flies buzz around the windows just waiting for you to stop and roll it down for a photo. Then they come in as an army, deploy themselves in hiding places and wait for the right moment to strike. Whatever photo you took it better be NatGeo quality because you are going to pay for it in blood. We’ve developed a calculated method for killing these insects whose bites itch madly. My little note pad is excellent at smashing them – I like to wait for them to be in the center of the window, not the edge. The more smashed the better – tseses will get up fly off if you go easy on them. Jim is more of an edge smasher, window or dash he uses his hand. We pull off the track and wage war until we think they are gone only to have a few rear-guard troops come out hours later. We wonder if they are breeding fast somewhere in the car. Not to say they are spoiling anything for us – once we get near the rivers they disappear and we’ve yet to have them in camp. The cab needed a good cleaning anyway.