Thursday, February 23, 2006

Breakfast, decadence, language and fruit.

1. Francis’ French toast. French toast is what you get when there aren’t enough eggs for scrambled -- and scrambled comes when there aren’t enough for fried. Anyway, it’s brilliant French toast, and goes very well with some two per cent maple syrup.

2. Drinking instead of having a shower. First of all it was too rainy to get from the bar to the shower and then when I managed to get to the truck to pick up my stuff, I got involved in a conversation about life with Rob and Wayne and then it was supper time and after that it hardly seemed worth it.

3. Darren: Danish for Hubba Bubba is ‘Hoobaboobagum’ said really fast.

4. Iris: Finding easy-peel oranges.

South Luanga National Park, to Mama Rula Camp, Chipata, Zambia
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