A short time from then, in a country far, far away.... Jimbo packed his life into a couple bags and was on his way to Mozambique in an attempt to live life to the fullest. Little did Jimbo know that he would forget his guitar in South Africa, and upon arriving for Peace Corps training he would be manipulated to shave his long hair by the dark side of the staff (pun definitely not intended). But guitarless and bald, the new adventure had begun.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Not many of them, but you do have them (Part 2)
A little less than 24 hours after departing from Helen, Ian, and David I find myself crossing the boarder to Mozambique safe, sound, and with a ride to Chimoio. My travels were slow, nerve racking, and often uncomfortable, but in the end the worst thing that happened was I left my book on one of the buses. Not to shabby!
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