A restless night as had to sop up water in my leaking tent with my bathing suit. A lull in the rain enabled me to take down my tent and then it started to belt again. As the Zambian and Aussie girls were sleeping I had to find shelter under a tree until they wokeContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” :14July1975: Dombas Norway: Hopefully not Gangrene: Travelling with the Souvenir Salesman”
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