A jolly sporting pair
For the second time in recent years I find myself spending Christmas in , by way of equatorial Africa, far away from my wife and all the sport and festivities back home. The last time a seasonal safari kept me out in the bush, the Congolese equivalent of an Ocado delivery came in the form of a small pig, very much alive, in a pannier on the back of a motorcycle. This formed the spit-roast centrepiece of the festive feast, washed down with
