What happens in Karatu stays in Karatu. Until now that is! Unlike the other embarrassing tales Iโ€™ve featured previously on this blog, this one did not happen on a solo trip. And unlikeย Naija Nomadโ€™s paragliding misadventure, no other person was affected.

While on a safari trip in Tanzania, my sister and I got to spend a night in a beautiful cabin lodge in Karatu. The evening of our arrival, we decided to take pictures outside the cabin. I took some pictures on the little stairway, the door, inside the room. It was all going very well but I was like, you know what would be better? Sitting down on the wooden rail and taking a shot where I was looking away.

Karatu

So I decided to do just that. My sister had the camera ready and I went ahead to place myself on the rail. I could have sworn that I didnโ€™t even touch it but the next thing I heard was a creak in the wood and before I had time to blink,ย down I came, landing hard on my butt! Guys, I was too stunned to react. The fall was not gracious at all! Luckily, the only witness to this was my little sister, who wouldnโ€™t stop laughing uncontrollably.

Anyway, I put my carpentry skills to good use and tried to fix the broken wood, whileย we wondered how to tell the lodgeโ€™s manager about it. After Karatu, we were heading to Serengeti, spending two days there and coming back to this very same lodge. We couldnโ€™t escape them.

Luckily they were cool about the whole thing. We got away without being reprimanded or asked to pay anything. I also learned a valuable lesson about my โ€˜assetโ€™ being able to cause massive destruction. So now, I know I have to be careful in its usage as this may eventually be the key to attaining world peace.

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