03/28/2004 - 04/04/2004
and Pete Elkas and You Say Party! We Say Die!
Fri Mar 3/07, ten bucks.
There's something for everyone.
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.