Greene, H. 1990 November 7, local dialect, maybe the two were debating how high (continued) the price could be jacked, an appropriate kickback, etc - at any rate, we paid /600 shillings, x $3. Jens wants that chicken in our pot. At 10:15h, Jens, Jan, Benjamin, and Francis (another Game Guard) went down into the Gorge. Saw a skink ~6" long basking on a log halfway down, w/ leaded dorsals, white lip stripe, and a distinctly attenuated tail (cf. Mabuya). We encountered two officers, a man and a little boy, each carrying a plastic jerry can of locally brewed pineapple beer on their heads. The kid was clearly struggling, his neck quivering, and had glistening wet stripes of sweat on his neck (something I've seen rarely here, contrast to me who soon soaks through). Jens and I wondered if he's in training for adulthood. We walked upstream to the bridge, where Benjamin expressed disbelief that I would walk over the bridge of three fairly narrow logs. Crossed it and he [strikethrough] said we are courageous, so I tried to explain "scared shitters" to him w/out much luck. Along came Jan w/ Francis a Game Guard, and I asked them about a beautiful black clay pot on the head of a woman who came by - said I wanted to buy it for 'my girlfriend'. They looked at me like I had converted on some aluminum sauce pot at K-Mart! Benjamin and I returned to the Kagama River (a tributary that joins the Ishosha just below where our trail from camp hits it), and walked up it for ~30 minutes by