This one’s going to be short and sweet… I think, and sort of. Sweet because it’s short, not because of what happened. Because what happened was decidedly not sweet.
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So, this is part three of the three part series about Peace Corps Mail Run in January 2008.

Tuesday, Day 5: Tendaba to Fajara

Today, woke up in Tendaba all ready for the last real day of MR. It’s the last real day of MR because tonight we’ll be back in Kombo, and I’ll probably be crashing at the Stodge, our capital-region transit house. But before we can relax on the couches eating beans and cassava while drinking a JulBrew in front of any number of movies I’ve already seen ten times, we’ve got to handle the South Bank, a notoriously bad road - very possibly the worst in the coutry - for the better part of the day. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.
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