So I had a traumatizing experience these past few days on a trip to Mopiri Camp, the highlight of my trauma is waking up to find a man in bed with me with no idea how he got there. I could kill him, I could kill the who fuc@#%g thing, nxla. A thread.

So, we were to leave Maun at 9am on 32 December 2020. I get there and there are all the delays you can think off, we are getting drinks, we are waiting for others, we are buying food. Almost like a road trip with personal friend. 3 hours and some change later we leave, the driver

Is a dude I only met on the trip when he was introduced. It was a combi and a double cab. I was riding on the double. We arrive at the camp late, after 6pm I think, I was tired and I wasn't upto being up until midnight, I felt spiritually and emotionally tired.

So, around 9pm I resign to bed I didn't care to be up at midnight. This driver guy helps carry our bags to the room. The rooms are separate, my estimation could be around 100m apart, we are in room 6. We get there (I was sleeping with a girl) that's another story BTW

I had specifically asked for my own room. I wanted to rest,thats why I'd go alone right???? So I get there and this driver dude and roommate are talking about the evening showdown, I change to jammies and get in bed. I pass out. Next thing I know....