So I finally made it back to Africa. Botswana was the home of my best friend Ralph back when I was only 15. We used to play cards in the street (which was usually empty) until Ralph was struck by a 1948 Studebaker, which ran over his leg. The air here is warm and dry with a fresh smell of manure waking you up fresh in the morning. I am looking forward to basking in the hot sun and eating loads of sweet nectar. The city has changed rattled with businesses, Looks like there is money to be made here. I think I will try to find work. Im Hungry for many things. I might find a hostel I can crawl into and melt into the soggy bed. Ahh everything is just fine!