“Would you prefer a wilderness camp with a long drop only for amenities or the more exclusive camp with a flushing toilet?”, asked the guy at Gonarezhou reception. We’ll have the wilderness camp, we replied, feeling comfortable enough with what is a regular feature of the Australian camping scene. Our Fishans camp long drop was discreetly hidden behind a curved wooden enclosure, but at least 40m from the camper and tucked behind some shrubs and a large tree. Like a gangly giraffe spread-eagled to drink from a waterhole, we are at our most vulnerable when doing our ‘business’. But needs must and armed with a hefty long-handled shovel, I pretended to be a big girl and would make the trek to the dunny … eyes like saucers, swiveling in all directions while attempting to detect the slightest movement from wildlife more seasoned than I in the craft of surreptitious approaches. Fortunately, the termite-ridden upright posts were sufficiently robust to resist a weighty encounter and provided enough privacy for one to settle in to complete one’s business. The imperfect fit of the posts assisted, affording the opportunity for wary sitters to check for mischievous or more hungry adversaries. Business complete, the return trip must be made, again with shovel in hand and eyes peeled and passing by the generous deposits of others unable to fit into the facilities. A big sigh of relief is exhaled when back at base … until the next time.