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Checking in on Gustave

Let's see how things are going with everyone's favorite Nile crocodile and the man who's trying to catch him.





I don't know when the BBC originally aired this interview. I heard it for the first time today, thanks to Mike. Not much is new, actually. But I can't get enough Gustave media. The best part of the interview is the very end, when he's asked how he'll feel if someone else catches Gustave. He says he'll remain faithful to Gustave and he hopes Gustave remains faithful to him by not letting anyone else catch him.

For any new readers who are unfamiliar with Gustave, he is the world's largest Nile crocodile and he lives here in Burundi. Patrice Faye, pictured, is the man who's been trying to catch him for several years. I've had the chance to meet Patrice several times and he is a real-life Indiana Jones. Burundi wouldn't be the same without him and Gustave here, playing their little game.

Photo from BBC World Service.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Stephanie, that is FASCINATING! I just listened to the whole thing - what an amazing story!

He's possibly eaten over 300 people? He ATE a fisherman NEXT TO a trap?!?! Someone shot him, but he ATE the bullet?!?! Holy cow, girl! That's some serious drama!

You stay away from that river, k?

::shivers::
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It's Friday, and that means that the Third Weekly State Department Blog Roundup is up - and you're on it!

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Mandy and Rob said…
Greetings from Cyprus, enjoyed the blog, very interesting, Regards

http://anewlifeincyprus.blogspot.com/
Karen said…
Yup! I know him personally. My kids grew up with his and his daughter Joanna is still in touch via FB. :) I remember when he fell through the ceiling of his living room...and the long recovery of his badly broken ankle! I actually lived with him for a while in 84 when he was still married to Assumpta, his Rwandan wife. :) Oh it's so nice to read your blog and reminisce about my 17 years there.

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