but i'm still here.
i've quite forgotten how to 'insert' photographs. and, confession, i still don't know how to do that clever link thing.
it's all this focus on keeping a calm mind and an open heart. bloody hard work, i tell ya. terribly distracting. no wonder the gurus head for the mountains and caves. what a cinch. some of them should try a school trip to zanzibar with 45 children in tow. c'mon big ole guru....do yer tricks then, eh? see how calm your mind is when you yell at 24 of them on a bus in the middle of Stone Town, at night, around 8 "ok! are you all on the bus? check to see if your friend is next to you! NOW!" and someone pipes up, "no, titi isn't here." "what? WHATT? well where the devil is he then?" "we don't know..." and you look out the window into a blustery zanzibar night, with piki pikis, dala dalas, the hustle and bustle of the harbour, lights, darkness and titi isn't on the bus...mr nymota, who you'll meet in a minute, leapt off the bus, in a flash, and into the other bus...and found titi who was frogged marched back to the right bus almost by his ears....
...and then we all went for ice creams on the corniche and watched the local boys dive off the pier which impressed everyone, especially the girls.
this is mr nyamota on day 1: having fun on the Spice Tour:
this is mr nyamota at the end of day 3: after we found titi.
i think he is working on a calm mind and an open altruistic heart in The Passing Show Hotel of Zanzibar.
more to follow another time. the end of term tsunami is in sight. i'm batoning the hatches on all fronts. and, trying to stay calm. with an open heart.
sometimes it feels lighter.
at others, insane.
nothing a nice cup of tea won't soothe...or a spotty hoss, for that matter.
toodely toot y'all. bisous. X.X.X. open hearted ones on yer lips.
ps: tales of zanzibar to follow....do not adjust your sets.