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Hey T,

This is the day before our really nutso time, I’ve got 400 people coming in tomorrow til the 7th, then another 200 or so in til the 21st, with other very large groups overlapping. We are pretty nuts until the 21st, then I have done about 20 quotes for over the holidays, no one has confirmed totally as of yet. But then I have a heap coming in on the 31st, then we have our huge Music Fest on the 2nd. Whew.

Anyways, a fete, not pronounced like the French, but pronounced “fate” is kinda like a carnival I think—organic market, games, things to buy and sell etc. etc. I tried to tell these damn Africans what it meant in french, but they don’t give two shits about the french either

I’m sweating so much right now, I just walked around picking up rubbish and clearing drains—all the boys are busy with the lapas and grass and whatever else I’ve sent them to do—but it’s friggin’ hot here. I believe it’s like 35 or something today. It’s hotter in the bushveld. I called Sandy the other day, and she’s gushing over that little puppy, it’s too cute—kramer this and kramer that…pretty sure she loves him more than she loves me. I’m a little jealous. I had to chase after Mischka today who had caught a bird and ran with it clenched in his mouth. He’s got these huge mouth flaps and I could barely see what he was hiding. Luckily LooLoo bites him on the nose so he’s afraid of her, she SCREAMS for him…she yells MISCHKAKA then she makes the sound like kissing…that’s how we call him!!! It’s hilarious, I love this bird.

Okay, I must go drink a gallon of water now.
love you lots,
ro~