Postscript: The Travails of a Globetrotting Photojournalist

My camera assistant insisted I leave my Nike trainers at Windhoek's airport before boarding my flight back to the U.K. One of the cheetahs had taken a shine to me and pee'd on my jeans and trainers--marking me as his territory. I managed to rinse the jeans as best I could (and hang them out the window to dry whilst I drove in my knickers).

So, I boarded the plane bare foot (I travel light), but soon people started moving away from me. Eventually, it dawned on me that my jeans stunk of cheetah pee. I tried explaining this to fellow passengers but felt compelled once again to remove my jeans. For the 14-hour duration of the flight, I sat wrapped in an in-flight blanket.