Frankfurter

A friendly man at breakfast gave me an extra one of his tinned frankfurters as he said he didn’t like them. It was rude to refuse although they weren’t setting my world alight either.

A relatively calm day marking the break between the two main chunks of this work trip. A hot day during which the storm clouds gathered imposingly over Masasi. I made a couple of sorties into the town but I mainly relaxed at the guesthouse and thought about life.