“Found fresh leopard poo,” Julian announced at breakfast.
“Music is my currency.”
“Is it alright if I sit here in the shade and play some tunes?”
Musafir is a word shared in several languages.
When I first aimed for Kenya it was going to be an in ‘n’ out operation.
Expect nothing, always get something.
“Who steals a door?”
“He was the first one to put a raft on the water when the Bujigali Falls were still falls.”
Injections? What the..? “Why injections?”
“It looked like the glass wasn’t dry,” GQ had said. “And the tap water here isn’t very good for consumption.”
“Did he just say he takes alcohol to stay awake?”
“Excuse me,” one of the administrators entered the ranger’s office I was sat in. “There is a Jo to meet you.”
“Sounds like a party in there,” I smiled at the female officer at the desk. I was referring to the noise coming from the holding cells.
“Oh no,” Ruganzu, after being roused awake to assist in the collection of the Gypsy Queen from the bus station, passed me his phone to read the message she had just sent:
Hey bro, where are you?” a local was friendly and generous enough to allow me to use his phone to call Gisa.
“I’m a Lua from Liru,” Alex introduced himself. He had picked me up from the desolate road outside the Ziwa Rhino Sanctuary.