Last night I slept up at Jenni and Jason's house (we watched the Interpreter and I didn't want to walk home alone!) So it's 3 am. I'm sleeping on their futon when I hear one of the dogs come in. Tusker. It was very dark, no electricity has that effect. I hear him drop something next to my bed and walk away. Uh oh. I knew this had to be bad, and thought about just ignoring it. I reach for my flash light and take a deep breath before I shine the light on the floor. There it is. A goat leg. FROM THE KNEE DOWN. WITH FUR. AND A HOOF. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
So I wake Jason up - "tusker left a goat leg on the floor and I can't sleep".
Only in Africa : )
omfg, but I love the Interpreter.
ReplyDeleteMaggie-I just got on and read all of your entries. The trip sounds amazing in so many ways. I would have freaked about the goat leg!! The girls sound like wonderful girls. All the things we take for granted... I'll be checking in more frequently now that I'm back from vacation. Take care. Suzanne
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