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bloodyrosemccoyI can never get through a Thanksgiving anymore without thinking of the one in Mombasa, where it was only acknowledged by us exchange students with a forlorn feast of chocolate chip pancake/cookie hybrids. It was a hell of a weekend, though, what with the Chinese food, Ice Cream And Live Jazz Night, the bad news about a friend, the goat slaughter, and the barfight. I have yet to top that for complete batshittery.
(For the record, the actual bat shit was to be found on Halloween in Tanzania. Cave touring can be hazardous. I was a bit worried that the part where I tripped and caught myself and scraped my hand was going to get me some bat-borne diseases, but so far I’m fine. I guess the malaria was enough.)
(For the record, the actual bat shit was to be found on Halloween in Tanzania. Cave touring can be hazardous. I was a bit worried that the part where I tripped and caught myself and scraped my hand was going to get me some bat-borne diseases, but so far I’m fine. I guess the malaria was enough.)
