Part II: Lost in Translation

The morning started out exciting- because I was in a completely different country, albeit less exciting than the lion chase.  I knew we were going to Pilanesberg National Park, but I had no idea what we would be doing or what to expect.  I asked Regan for help.

“Jeans, shorts, t-shirts.  Do you have a pee cup?”

I froze.  “A what?”

“A pee cup.”

Where was she taking me?  The only time those are used in the U.S. is lab testing and winter camping.  Neither of which we discuss publicly. “Um.  I’m not quite sure what that is.”

She gestured at her head. “A hat.”

“OH!   Like this?”   I held up my hat.

“What do you call it?”

“A hat or a baseball cap.”

“What did you think I said?”

I told her and she started laughing.  “The look on your face was priceless. You looked absolutely horrified.”

I still have no idea what it was she said.  P. Cap? Pickup?

Regan wrote to me after the initial publication of this blog and informed me that it is “Peak Cap.”

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