"I sleep on the banks of a river forest cutting in soft loops. The choir begins at sundown, when the light is just a fluid gold bugs who cross dressing. It seems a story is a story. Thousands of frogs, crickets, nocturnal birds, monkeys, the air vibrated with passion. Put the flashing fireflies. The moon, ambush in the branches of large trees, slips quietly.
Before the fire we talk about things in life, the fire is reflected in the smiling faces, the joy of telling stories, the joy of listening to the hypnotic movement of the fire.
Fatigue beats me, the sweet sleep comes. "
I had to get up early to be on time at the Embassy of Gabon and make me a visa, I I give this afternoon. Tomorrow to the Congo.
Tonight it rained.
I think I'll have to spend all weekend here. I have to do a thousand things.
Carla: I talked to my friend, Emir of Okutan and told me that the Kings are now in a desert oasis, looking for camels to carry all the gifts. Quiet, will be Jan. 6 at home. Thoroughly clean shoes.
Photos: River of western Cameroon, red blood, arrived today in Yaounde (with war paint)
Yaounde (Cameroon), 8460 km from Madrid.
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