Not much to report today as I am presenting early signs of malaria and the long working days are taking their toll. Or maybe I have a hangover.
This is compounded by the fact that there is cockroach armageddon in the toilet. So far about thirty have been killed (it was all going so well) and the chickens are currently eating their dead bodies. Greg and James have been busy stamping, Moses and FT are laughing at our “waging war with the insects” and I am vowing to avoid the loo for the next 24 hours.
We take a walk to the river and around the town (this time narrowly avoiding the secret society), but sit most of the day in the base going slightly toukel mad.
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