Stanford? And Kentucky? And UNC?
Oh, to be stuck in Africa in a March so nice as this. Instead, walking to and fro, with new my necessity the backpack which ontains the laptop.
Now, in the first place, I do not have an elderly face sitting on top of my 5'7'' frame. Take that, and add an overloaded backpack, and all of a sudden I look like I have more business trading Pokemon cards than asking the prime minister about the constitutional process.
But anyway, lots of walking, lots of research. I've timed it so I get back to the gates of the neighborhood as dusk is setting in hard core: same time all the neighborhood help is walking the opposite direction, toward the slums.
No artificial light except for when the 4WD vehicles roar past, always with their high beams on (Dicks). When cars come by, you become aware of everyone walking toward you from a mile up the road.
Alright. Back to work, people.
