Near Port Selao
Friends back home are often amazed at how quickly I can go from reports of death to talk of my daily routines. It’s hard to explain, but it’s a sad consequence of being in such volatile surroundings for so long. Today’s post may be one of those stories given my last report on Fred:
We left the hotel this morning in search of fresh fruit and vegetables. That alone can be a formidable task here, but it was made doubly difficult today. We walked two blocks when I realized we were being followed. A plump African hovered about 20 metres behind us. He was doing a miserable job of hiding himself. I suspect that was intentional. He wanted his presence known.