Bats have been reported in rooms, but so far, my roommate, Elena, and I haven’t been visited. Not true for Paula and Hilary. They share our house and had a bat this morning. Hilary’s named him George Clooney.
“You wouldn’t mind having him visit your bedroom,” she said.
After breakfast of papaya, mango, oranges, cereal, eggs, toast, muffins, sausage, bacon, coffee and tea, I talk with Wilson, the chef, and Isaac, who work in the kitchen.
He tells me that he thinks Al Gore is a good man.
“Yes,” I say, “He would have been a great president.”
Isaac, a guide, thinks that Gore can’t ever be the president because he lost an election, but I assure them that he could. He should.
I say, “We don’t like George Bush.” That’s probably not true of everyone on the trip, but I’m generalizing in Africa.
“How is your president?” I ask.
“He is a good man,” says Wilson. He explains that at least this Kenyan president spends some of the country’s development money on the people.
“Corruption is always a problem,” adds Isaac.
Sandor calls for a morning game drive.
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