(1985 Eddie Murphy hit produced by Rick James? Anyone? No. Ok. On with the Blog) We've been busy little Springboks since we last checked into the Blogosphere. Mostly that means we've spent an unspeakable amount of time on the bus. These aren't your luxurious, posh, climate controlled, "hey Jenny should i have my complimentary champagne before or after the film?" Argentine buses. These are cramped, sweltering, late, scary, local in your lap, "Hey, Jenny I just walked in on a fat naked woman shooting up heroine in the bus bathroom." African buses. (actually happened, I thought the roads were way too bouncy to hit a vein properly). And we spent some serious time on them. Get your calculators and add along with me: 11 hours plus 10 hours plus 10 more plus 5 (1 on foot
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