While doing isolated territory in the rural area of Limpopo province -South Africa, we split up our car groups to cover more of the little villages.
We had to get permission to get to them from the land-owners or farmers first.
During the 'sit down' discussing what we are about with the farmer and his wife they invited us in for some coffee. These farm folk don't get many visitors it seemed.
Young Agent Smith, about 10 years old, decided to explore, while all this boring chit chat is going on.
The cows were just milked, or something and streamed past me. I was sitting on the wooden fencing, looking at this very interesting place. The cows were gone now. The tractors were being cleaned, the pigs fed. All new to this city boy! The farm hands were washing out the milking station. This looked like a good place to start exploring.
Now all the cow dung, bits of straw washed into a section on the farm, that looked firm enough to walk on. Young Agent Smith, that did not know ANYHING about farms decided to walk on this. I mean, its got sand and bits of straw etc all over the place!
Quick sand has nothing on this cR@p! I sank down to my waist in watery, stinky Shi....you get the idea.
With peals of laughter the farm guys ran over to help me out. I get a bit of a rinse off, and I thanked them for pulling me out. I did not understand the language, but I understood that my little misshap was going to be the most entertainment they were hoping to get for a while.
As I walked back to the car (I can still hear the hysterical laughter from the barn) I had to explain to my parents what happened. We went back to the campsite in town, with all the car windows open. No more fieldies for me that day!
Agent Smith