Beans And Lice, Prease

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"A face without freckles is like a sky without stars", or so Dietrich insisted was an ancient Tanzanian proverb. However, it took me about ten minutes to understand what he was saying because in Swahili-accented English 'freckles' sounds like 'flackoes'; this is the reason why we are asked if we would be interested in joining in with the players at church, or whether we would like more beans with our sticky lice. There was no shortage of flackoes, with my days spent honing a previously dormant talent for mixing cement and -during the afternoon break - committing unspeakable acoustic crimes on a guitar someone left in the guest house. The sheer amount of stars are impossible to describe floridly enough, with twelve people still waiting to use the Internet on this computer (the first access we've had in two weeks), but the moon rose so brightly every night that it cast crisp pale shadows on the sand. Space and time is limited now, for we're about to leave for ZAnzibar...

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