Day 217: Songs For The Deaf
Frederick offered me a lift over the border on his bike, so at the cock’s call, we were hurtling towards Niger at a great rate of knots. There is a…
Frederick offered me a lift over the border on his bike, so at the cock’s call, we were hurtling towards Niger at a great rate of knots. There is a…
Once dawn had crept up on us unawares, the driver finally took us to our destination. A bus journey to the next town and then – as there were no…