Four days in Africa and I’m not tanned yet – what’s going on there? After I finished last night’s blog I snuggled under my sandpaper bed sheet and drifted off into a sweet slumber. At around two AM there was the loudest noise I have ever heard in my entire life, I sat bolt upright in bed and my eyes were violated with a good 10 seconds of extra bright strobe lighting. As I was trying to figure out what the hell was going on, if my retinas were permanently burned and whether or not I still had ear drums, there was a blood curdling scream from across the bungalow. It was only when I heard my name being shouted that my Malarone blurred, sleep deprived brain could work out that we were slap bang in
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