The Beginning of The End.

I'm sure that by the end of this new chapter of my life, I will have told this story several different ways. But now I'm going to write my diffinetive version of this story.

It began with a check-in trip to Maun. In the temporary absence of the Veiths my dad, Matt, Katherine and I went to Maun to check in on their home. Just to be sure that none of their possessions had been sullied and stuff like that. Katherine brought some of her school work with her, and Matt.... I'm not really sure what he was there for. As for me, I was there (mostly) to here the news from the immergration Exorcist, as soon as possible. 

We arrived at the house about 9:39ish. Matt and I had a good time, we would watch funny YouTube videos, and Katherine would shush us— good fun. Good fun. 

After a while we all got hungry. Now, that house had been empty for quite a while, so if there was any food in the house; we didn't know where it might possibly be. Since Matt and I were just being annoying, she decided (with a huff) to go and look around for food.

It wasn't long until I heard "Chrrrrriiiiiiiissssssss!!!!!!!" come from the kitchen, which happened to be right over my left shoulder.

"Where is every thing!? All I can find is spices!" 

I'll admit it, I was puzzled. The only things in their cupboards, which were full, were either, dishes or spices which weren't  edible... By themselves anyway. I was stumped. It was then that I remembered just how diminutive Mrs. Veith is, about 5'6. In the lower cupboard (benithe the counter) we found an unopened bag of baguette chips, and we found some cottage cheese that was sour enough to act as sour cream in the fridge.

In those brief happy moments, we reflected on the awesomeness of teenage ingenuity. After that we reflected on how stupid we sounded for reflecting on such things (that actually might have been just me).

While eating Kathy and Matt and I talked about feinging starvation, which we decided to call off due to several extremely unconvincing test runs. What can I say? We're high energy kids that have never had acting lessons.

Any way eventually dad returned as usual, and we went out to lunch. Hilary's is probably the best place in Botswana to brief people, with it calming atmosphere, and peaceful air— not to mention its FREAKING AWESOME FOOD. Hilary's is the only 100% organic resteraunt in Botswana. As we sat down and ordered my dad's cool demeanor would have never given me any reason to suspect what was to come.

I was either going to have to scramble to get all the paper work we needed together so that I could apply for a permit, which may not have gone through any way,

 

Or return to the US.