Talking to myself 24/7 these days

Back in the U.S. of A., before we left for Africa, we ate at a Dairy Queen restaurant. Whilst waiting for our food, a young man in grungy, smelly clothes (most likely homeless) walked in. He mumbled to himself in a running conversation between voices. Possibly schizophrenic. The restaurant employees knew him and placed his

Sunday morning meditation

Packed and ready to drive to our next destination… We’ve a suitcase filled with medical supplies for a village near where we’ll soon stay, hiking backpack, clothing backpack, and souvenir sack. Sorted out the amount of South African Rand to give our butler, a tour guide and the general staff here at Grootbos. Waiting for