So. Konoboli

I’m in Segou right now debating if it’s a good idea or not to travel to san for the next two days. It’s someones birthday but I have a little konoboli which translates into stomach running. I think I’ll be fine though. I’m pretty sure this evening has potential to be as excellent as the spur of the moment chris bathgate/madison fest/Fred Thomas bash, 2 years ago. Whoa. Really that long ago. 

One of those trips that you are hesitant to take because you’re tired or busy or maybe if you’re in Africa, maybe your stomach is running. But then It somehow ends up being one of the greatest nights of your life. No kidding. 

In other news, soon I will be the proud parent of a Jakuma. Or Cat. Kyle is leaving him at his site for me to take care of. While many of you know I am slightly allergic to cats, I think that having the occasional sniffles and red eyes

1) Won’t matter because a lot of people in my village pry already have that

2) and two, because I will have someone to speak english with. 

His name has been renamed from Mr. Jones to Mufasa because we are in Africa instead of a Counting Crows music video.