#47782 - I made my way to the workshops after lunch, the sounds of the countryside and the lack of the city's smell and gunfire made a pleasant change for me as I started work. Manser was keen to get Msala installed, I tagged along as he introduced her to the native girls but they spoke little English and Msala did not speak their dialect, but she was to be a performer and soon he introduced her to the baby Gibbons she was to feed, and the new born tiger cubs, he badly needed tame tigers and breast feeding from a human was a very good starting point. We drove on and on until a sign to the Oomzakoolu wildlife reserve attracted our attention, we took the impossibly rutted track to the dry river bed and bumped for half a mile across the rocks and tree roots before we rejoined the flat level dirt track on the far side of the seasonal river.