No Dice

The Canadians and the Bulgarians played cards before dinner. The Bulgarian deck of cards was very different looking but I recognized the game they were playing as a form of Eucher. Watching these guys play cards made us regret that we had not brought our dice to play 10000. Bob decided we could make our own if we found the proper piece of wood – which he did on the way back to our hut from having our snack one day. It was a scrap piece of a 1 by 6 board.
Bob got out his knife and Leatherman and we carved out some crude dice that actually rolled without favoring any certain side, even though a couple of them had a chunk missing be the time we were done. We were able to play a few games each day and we were quite proud of the work we did. On the evening before I left to come back to the states, Bob presented me with a small box that contained those dice and a set of amended instructions for playing 10000 – “The Kilimanjaro Version” wherein players were expected to play in a cold building with dim lights and a thermos full of hot water for tea while eating stale biscuits and burnt popcorn. Unfortunately, somewhere between Nairobi and Arizona, I lost the box. I was devestated when I discovered it was missing after I got home. Deb called the airlines and submitted an offer for a reward in Amsterdam, but we haven’t seen it since. I could just kick myself.
I would rather have lost the expensive Tanzanite than lost that box.

Mawenzi