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Published: September 18th 2008
Peeking out from over the yellow grassy bank, seven little sets of brown eyes widened, eyebrows and mouth corners arching upwards in unison as the rest of their bodies whipped into motion, waving, pushing, laughing, and running down to the road. “Mzungu!!!!! Mzungu!!!” Having rallied dozens of their fellow red and blue uniformed classmates with the call, a fusillade of high-pitched “OW are Y...
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I met an opinionated Dutch guy when I was on those islands 10 years ago. Really annoying he was. Maybe the same one and still there then. :D