Not much time to post right now (the malarial mosquitoes are beginning to swirl around my ankles) and will catch up tomorrow, but wanted to post at least once after five days away from the Internet.
A few meals were missed on this trip (and cold beer was REALLY missed), but George the Goat (perhaps not his actual name) made an appearance the other day on the table in Gety.
I confess I did not slay George, though had the task fallen to me I doubt I would have hesitated. Could not resist posing over his fallen body, though, in the manner of the great white hunters who preceded me to this continent.
Coroner's report: some bits a bit chewier than ideal.
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