by god. it's certain that we will need a double decker bus to move us out to maasailand tommorrow what with all our kizigo (luggage and shit. oh and planets full of children). but landrovers will have to suffice, it seems. we hope. so armed with passports (for the paltry yet irritatingly efficient roadblock at oldonyo sambu), 72 bread rolls, ten loaves of bread, 28 chickens, an entire orchard of mangoes, bananas and paw paws, chilli, garlic and ginger, a brief but quantative selection of booze (BEER and NOW), a sprinkling of cheese biscuits and lashings of peanut butter, rice, cookings oilS (note plural), tray after mrs tray of eggs, we depart these mountainous climes (and the scratchings of nocturnal polar bears) tommorrow at eleven for the dusty wide plains of northern maasailand.
i have a crush on the indian restaurant owner.
and my father DEFINATELY has selective hearing.
Kitchen Board: Thursday evening 26th june 2007.
Contributors: not sure.
Comments: not tonight josephine. its too late. too late. shoppings all been done. so toodely pip then to my few, dearly cherished and sorely missed readers. i return monday evening, undoubtedly saturated with safari tales and dust. x bisous x j
and PS blog site of the day: the god diaries.