This place is wierd, monkeys are the seagulls of africa.
The old women who cook for us play Jay Z, Mos Def and NaS at 7 am.
Across the river from the resort (in the loosest sense of the word) is a backpackers hostel, at night they play all the biggest hits (J. Timberlake, Outkast, Black Eyed Peas) and some odd choices ("Peaches come in a can, they were put there by a man" and Creed [WTF?!? CREEED?!])
I'm tired of poridge for breakfast.
Got into a conversation with one of the SA vols about musical taste. I didn't have the heart to tell her that R Kelly peed of young girls.
I made a sword/walking stick out of bamboo. I'm plan to become the only white samurai in africa.