It ain't over till the fat lady gets on the bus
September 2nd 2010 It was the morning of my 31st birthday and we woke up on a smelly train, as it pulled into a small station in the middle of Nowhere, Zimbabwe. It was 1.30am. We gathered our bags, got off the train and walked over to the Ladies Waiting Room, found some comfy seats and tried to get back to sleep. The station manager locked the door. At least we were safe. After a few hours of 10 minute sleep interv
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