The little defoliating bastard. He was eating all the pretty pink flowers in the trees. Moments later he made a mad dash across main street and almost got hit by a Toyota Hilux. Silly monkey was eating my pretty flowers and deserves whatever comes his way. Later in the day a (the?) monkey made an ambush on the offices. With Beady eyes and red in tooth and claw he made a feint through the open door and but was deterred by his rock-throwing pursuers.
And later in the day…30 minutes to prepare raw meat? No, not sushi but Kitfo. It’s more of a raw meat mash with a couple dozen spices thrown in. YUMMY.
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April 15, 2008 at 2:37 pm
badewitt
Hi Bryant,
What an interesting blog… someday to be short story-book or movie? truth more fascinating than fiction. Anyway, on to the question,” where did you take the photos of the dead birds? we call them “skins” in the trade. Ethiopia is a hot spot for birders.
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April 30, 2008 at 2:51 am
Laura Kerber
I can’t believe you went to Erte Ale!! So amazing! I told everyone in my office, and they were all so jealous. Well… seems like you had to go through a bit in order to get there… but… all worth it in the end when you look back on it and none of you died…!
I read a report of these guys who went to Emi Koussi, a large volcano in Northern Chad… it was the 1930s or so, and they all got kidnapped and sold into slavery. The leader’s master had pity on him and allowed him to work for his freedom for like 4 years, then he finally got back to England and he had to turn right around and go back to look for all the rest of the guys in his group. I think they found all but one in the end. And for the one? Nobody knows….
I’ve heard similar “T.I.A” wisdom about India— it’s I.W.= India Wins. India always wins.
May 6, 2008 at 12:54 am
gail barber
Hi, B, Loved the Blog. It transports me. I want to hear more./g/