Eaten old boy? very nearly.
I well remember when Capt. Forbes-Smythe and I led an expedition to Papua New Guinea.
We recruited a team of native bearers from the Betchuana tribe, very small chaps but immensely strong, and set off from Paddington Station on the
We lost two of our men at Guilford, whilst changing trains they went to the wrong platform and caught the express train to Bristol.
Dashed bad luck.
Having reached Godalming we decided to set up camp for the night.
We decided that pitching our tents in the municipal park was the best idea.
Forbes-Smythe volunteered to be the "camp cook", and very camp he was too!
I took a couple of bearers and my trustry Purdey .577 Express rifle to bag some game for the pot.
On returning to camp, Forbes-Smythe informed me that the natives were restless.
This signalled serious trouble.
What many people don't know is that the Bechuana tribe of Tooting Bec are notorious head hunters and cannibals!
Being killed and eaten in Godalming park at this early stage in the expedition, did not bode well for our chances of success!
There was only one thing to do.
I approached their headman and proposed a visit to a local hostelry, followed by a fish and chip supper.
Needless to say this was well recieved, and I'm afraid we all came back very, very, drunk.
Disaster was averted, leaving Forbes-Smythe and myself with heads with which to have hangovers with.
Unfortunatley after two weeks on the lash in Godalming, we had run out of funds and so were forced to abandon our expedition.
I still get a Christmas card from the Bechuana tribe's headman.
pip pip !!
[edit on 9-3-2007 by the smoking beagle]