3rd day in a row with 4 hours or less sleep, I've run on adrenaline and a little anxiety of what will come in south Africa a v. My Fleming gland reminds me that the adrenaline is merely a cursed cover for declining system beneath. A few coughs and curls of a vibrating tongue perched at the rear of the throat thrust forward some of the bacteria but only Gunta's homoeopathic remedies remove the stubborn bugs completely. I vow to sleep my way back to life on the flight but that is yet to occur as I again become infused in the power of Richard Brandon's cosy temptations - a smorgasbord of modern luxuries at the touch of your finger on the rear of seat before me. Tanya and I embraced and our eyes glistened
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