For the first time we had to show our passports to enter a country, and what a country it was. Like dolphins around a cruiseship we swarmed around a tractor and had it pull us up and down te hills. Not much later we were looking for a place to camp, found a forest with a nice view and were offered some whiskey shots by the locals while asking for water. While the sun was setting, a passer-by came to tell us something, but the language barrier kept us from understanding so we just gave him a thumbs up. Later that night, the gunshots and barking in the distance made us realise what the fellow was warning us about earlier: we were in hunting grounds.