Grease, H. 1990 November 11 (continued) and kept quiet. The accusations of trespass were repeated and embellished, as were claims Game Guards (who work for the Game Department) had beat Forestry Department personnel planty boundaries. Frances the Game Guard (son of S[illegible]) was loopy past me w/ incredible intensity, hands on his 30.06, and begin to speak quietly: "They are all corrupt and we hate them. They hate us, and we fight a lot. Sometimes we shoot at each other," Benjamin also stands to the side, rifle in hand. After some haranging tho, the guy w/ the AK-47 seems to relax, removes his trench coat (said to be local symbol of authority) and begins to tease Bob w/ questions about U.S. involved in Iraq. Jan tells them we've got to be going, everyone waves, smiles, and off they go. Our Game Guards are obviously furious. We leave @ 0950h, Jen's car first and 2 minutes later our truck stops, seeming out of gas. Jens and Michael eventually get it fixed - proves to involve gas somehow moving back and forth between the two tanks - and we are off and running at 1045h. We stop in Katerunga, a nearby settlement, for petrol and get involved in an argument over whether they'll sell us 1 or 2 jerry cans full (we get 1), and suddenly our buddy, the corrupt DFO appears! But now he's surrounded by people and seems friendlier; perhaps he's worried Jen will report him for the