People aren't hungry, so I'm happy.
August 1st 2007 I’ve spent a few days around Naivasha, curling up by the lodge’s fireplace and staring distantly toward the lake and trying to find a decent Internet connection in a town plagued by power cuts. In the morning the birds are chattering in the trees - trumpeting, trilling, piping their little lustful notes; at night, lured by tales of hippos prowling the lakeside, I stand in the deep, croaking da
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