Muzungu in the Mist

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I was sliding down the steep, muddy hill, trying my best to avoid getting snarled in the thorn trees and vines. I was also trying not to lose control and go barreling into the seven Turks who were also making the descent.* The day was, unusually, bright and sunny. No mist, no fog. The contrast between the blue sky and the dark shadows of the foliage checkerboarded the landscape. In front of our g... Read Full Entry

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