My family, parents brother his wife and myself went to the Serengeti for a few days.
The first two nights we camped in Ngorongoro Crater where the misadventure begins.
Our trip began in Arusha were we had stocked up on supplies before leaving.. which included having an ample supply of Safari beer.. arriving in Ngorongo Crater we set up camp, pitching the tents making sure we were close to the water tap and outhouses..
We began our tour of the crater with our guide.. my sister in law and I sat in the back of the land rover drinking a couple or more of beers.. Now naturally to all the beer drinkers you know after a beer or two mother nature calls. we had driven quite a distance and of course you don't dare leave the vehicle to go behind a bush as there might be a lion or two sleeping.. Luckily our guide knew where there was an outhouse just for these kinds of occasions.
He pulled up along side. exited the landrover with his trusty rifle in hand just in case.. we had passed a rather large male lion trying to be romantic with a female not far away..
There were two cubicles.. I went into one, my sister in law into the other..
When I was doing my "thing" I suddenly heard this buzzing, but I wasn't sure were it was coming from.. it became louder and more aggresive.. suddenly I realized there was a bee hive right underneath me.. I had disturbed the hive by saturating the hive..
These bees were not exactly happy at the disturbance when suddenly I felt a sting to my butt. not one not two but 4.. "ouch" now that hurt.. without even thinking, I bolted out of the outhouse with my jeans still around my knees.. I didn't even take the time once I realized my poor rear end was under attack!!
Our guide was just a few feet away from us.. he saw me run out pants at half mast me grabbing my rear end my father with the video camera recording the entire episode..!! Our guide collapsed to the ground in hysterics laughing at the incident while I was trying to comport myself and behave like a lady with a sore rear end trying to pull my pants back up..
Once he gained his composure, we all went back to the land rover, I sat on a couple of pillows.. my poor butt hurt..
My parents never let me forget about the incident reminded me every chance they had rehashing to friends my misadventures with the bees..
The moral of the story is.. Don't drink beer, go into strange outhouses without looking for hidden bee hives first!
I've always been wary of outhouses since!
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