Fried chicken country
July 15th 2010 Happiness is sitting on a bus, not so old to be uncomfortable, but old enough to have character, African music playing on the loudspeaker, fried chicken (sold seemingly at every bus stop at every time of day) in your tummy, crossing the Kalahari, having spotted the rare Black Rhino earlier that day, and having made three consecutive smooth bus transfers. Botswana certainly started out well. The bo
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