March 27th

“Tanzania Tire F***ers Tree”

I spent the day lying down in the shade reading desert solitaire by edward abbey. This was my first day off not in a town this whole trip. It was very peaceful. All last night the thorn trees made beautiful almost eery sounds as the wind blew through the needles. We have come to call these trees the “Tanzanian Tire F***ers”. Arthur made it to camp late this afternoon

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