And so we are there. Regret and relief. Good luck to everybody.
What a pleasure to dry myself off sitting down in the bathroom still warm for the shower.
The key ingredient I missed during the last four years in Africa was the bathrobe, too bulky at 40 degrees.
Much more difficult to accomplish the task with a towel, especially when balance is not a trait and one has to be looking for a foothold. And much less enjoyable too.
Here we are again.
And that’s all.
I’m loosing memory.
It has been a time full of outcomes; earliest the hundredth conquest of the world, now the first book.
For the hundredth time I’ve conquered the world.