Arts

So it turns out the Arts festival was not all i was hoping for. There were many shows mostly dramas every day all for around $20 per show. There were also many little stalls selling crafts and and the ZA hotdog, boerwors. I decided not to stay for several days and caught a bus back to cape town last night. I had an interesting time getting from the arts festival to the bus station some 120km away in a different city.

I started by hitching a ride with some guy, who said he was going near the bus station (Lie number one). T minus one hour to bus departure, We got within 20km of the bus station city, then turned off the highway. I asked what was going on and he said something like we are going to X, you can get a ride from there which would be faster than getting one on the highway(lie two). 30min later we stop somewhat closer to the city and he helps me get a shared taxi to the city. The taxi driver says i must go across town to get a taxi to the bus station(lie three) he then drives across town and drops me under some highway overpass and says i can get a taxi from there to the bus station(lie four). Darkness(night) falls. Taxis at night are no fun, neither are the streets of SA. T minus ten minutes to bus departure, I ask people at the underoverpass stop for directions and they direct me to another underoverpass stop and tell me i must get a taxi first to a big taxi stand and then to the bus station(they turn out to be right). T plus five minutes to bus departure, I get a taxi to the taxi stand which turns out to be back on the other side of the city, where i already was. I then get a taxi to the bus station, 10 minutes after my bus departure time. I frantically search the buses at the station and cannot find my bus. it left, or so i thought, until i started talking to the people standing around. Apparently the bus i booked is always over an hour late. and it was yesterday. waited for about an hour and then got on for my 12hour overnight journey to cape town.

I thought about getting stressed about the whole situation many times while in the taxis. i decided to patiently wait, because being frustrated wasnt going to make the taxis go faster. if i did miss the bus, i could probably get another one the day after with only a long night spent at the bus station(a dirty parking lot). being patient payed off.

So 12 hours later..or so. I arrived at cape town station at about 515am. Found myself a train to to my part of the city and managed to arrive at my front gate at about 6am about two hours before sunrise, it is winter here even though it still feels like a pleasant spring. I should clarify about my living situation. It technically isnt my front gate i was standing in front of. my lease ended june 30th. I fly out July 16th. I arrived July5th. I am squatting. I had to turn in my keys, pack everything up, and store my luggage with friend before I left.

My friend, Wes, was not answering his phone which forced me to climb over the razor wire wall. Most houses here, all houses here are fortified against crime and the bad street people. Our house actually only had a concrete wall until two months ago. We had had a few breakins over the semester, all by the same guy. He managed to break in with people in the house everytime. He made off with a camera the first time, and the other 4+ times just some broken glass. We actually saw him come in and out of the gate a few times. We had reported the breakins to the landlord in full detail. the landlord's response was to put razor wire on the wall. Post razor wire we still had breakins, as our thief came in the gate under the wire.

After conquering the wall and lifting my backpack over, i set about waking wes up. His room is on the back side of the house, and as the front door is far away, I began climbing over our back wall into the bed breakfast place behind. A little sneaking around in the B&B placed me at our backyard wall. More fence climbing and i was looking in wes's window. The combination of Wes mentioning that he may move rooms and the girl shoes at the front door when wes should be alone, forced me to attempt to make out who was sleeping in the room before knocking on the window. I wanted to avoid awkward situations with new residents. While peaking in the window(still dark) I was greeted from an upstairs window by an older brit man. I promptly returned the greeting and explained what i was doing snooping around the house in the dark and managed to convince him i wasnt a thief and in the process woke up wes and doubly confirmed myself. More climbing and i was back at the front door.

I now have a daily task of avoiding runins with the landlord and cleaning ladies. We will see how it goes.

Trekking in Lesotho

Goats and Sheep! My most common trail companion.

Lesotho!

After a late start I began solo on my three day journey to the Lesotho highlands. The lodge suggested I have a guide and tried to sell me on riding a pony rather than walking, both I declined. What is the use of a horse? It makes you sore in the ass and you still get tired. I would rather be tired and have a happy ass. Who needs a guide when you never leave civilization? Villages and shepards are always great sources of info for questions like which way to the village that is only 2 km away and you have probably been to every week. After asking directions many times and having several young boys voluntarily show me the way, I arrived at night fall or shortly there after at my first overnight location. I was promptly shown to a my hut for the evening and began my dinner of muesli, beef jerky and cookies.

A Basotho local in common winter garb, he is also wearing rubber irrigation boots called gum boots or gumbies. The blankets have unique to each group(tribe?) in Lesotho.

After a nice breakfast of cold oatmeal, muesli and cookies I began my short hike to see the famed water fall. An hour and many corn/ sorghum fields later I came to the cliff with the falling water. I could see that it fell more proliferatous in the wet season, as now it was a trickle.
After returning to my hut village, I began asking for directions to my next destination. I should clarify what asking for directions means. Most of the time it was me saying the name of the village and then there was some pointing. Sometimes the pointing was accompanied with a lengthy explanation in Sesotho, some of which I understood only because of the associated hand gestures. My directions to my next destination appeared to come in two options. Option one. Backtrack some, go down to the river, follow the river, climb to some village, climb to another village then climb much higher over a pass to my destination, this sounds like no fun. Option two. Follow a curvy goat path, around the mountain and climb a little bit to my destination, sounds so much better, but the villagers discourage me because I think they fear me being lost.
I vote for the goat path, and it made my trip. It was truly a goat path and no one had taken it since the big snow a week before, there were no footprints man or beast. A goat path is a small foot path not unlike a deer trail in that it is very narrow and often is over grown with bushes above 1m. I happen to be more than 1m tall and my shoes happen to sink in the snow a few inches too much. Goat paths are awesome. So my feet got wet and cold, not like my shoes are waterproof anyways, and I was constantly ducking, crawling, and fighting branches. Goat paths are still awesome. I had some amazing views, and didn’t pass through any villages or even encounter a single human being all day. There were some stray goats. I crossed some small streams, iced over, and climbed a significant distance.. I would estimate 2000ft. I did eventually reach my destination and was thoroughly convinced the goat path was the superior route and would recommend it to the lodge people on my return.

It is kinda pretty, and very windy on top of the roof of africa.

My destination for the night was great and balls cold. There was traditional basotho beer, fermented over night from a corn sorghum mixture and even less intoxicating than the hated 3.2 of utah. I spent a few hours watching the slaughter of a pig, which I then shared in eating. And sometime in a hut drinking the sour watery beer. I also spent a few hours after dark in the pig cooking hut, not that it was a special hut, just that it happened to own the pig. Smoke like you wouldn’t believe. Imagine a hut, 15ft in diameter, round, with a thatched roof. Now open the door, the only orifice, and light a fire inside. I sat eyes, nostrils, sinii, and lungs a blaze and watched a bubbling cauldron of pig. Eventually I gnawed on what I think was a spare rib, as most of the actual meat was left to be butchered the following day. I then retired for more muesli, jerky and cookies. Lunch was always weet-bix and cheese. Weet-bix are wheat flakes semi compressed into bars and utterly tasteless.
Fueled by my luck and ego from the goat path choice, I elected to ditch the directions given by the lodge yet again for my return route. They had me going through several villages and around several mountains. After decending the pass I headed straight for the river. I had crossed a different river on my first day and knew that the current river eventually met the first. I followed the river all day until is confluence with the first river and it was well worth it. The upper reaches of the river were sensuously carved from the bedrock and spotted with excellent summer swimming holes and enthralling rapids. The lower reaches were bordered with maize and sorghum fields and flanked with sandstone cliffs strongly reminiscent of utah.
The whole way people were very surprised at my being alone and going so far without a horse. I got to talk to some school girls at one point and they were confused as to why I was walking and not using the vehicle or horse that I should have.

I am alive and smiling a bit this time. Note the snow/trail/ ice thing i am standing on. This was actually a heavily used pony path.

Now off to ZA for some art.

The end of the Sand, San, and soon SA

botswana. its a desert. almost entirely. it isnt all the same, but it is all desert. there are subtle and large differences in the desert like the presence or lack of grass, species of trees like marula and baobab. the north of the county has a river with water(there are many rivers signposted along the road...but none have water). the zambezi flows into the okavango delta and spreads out over something like 16000km2. thats a heap of sand that is wet and has grass and lots of trees with furry things running around eating the plants and marking the sand. we saw a few game antelope(impala, kudu, puku, sable, reedbuck, waterbuck, duikker...) abound, a few girrafe, elephants and hippos galore, few crocs and water monitor lizards, babooons, monkeys, birds, snakes, a jackle, mongoose or mongeese, zebra, and ostrich. we saw tracks of some leopard. we heard some lion, and we saw tracks and heard hyena and wild dogs. mongoose or the water monitor are the best. giraffe are just strange. hippos make strange sounds all night long. when you are sleeping 200ft from 13 of them it is quiet a problem for sleeping. best i can describe hippos noises as are jabba the hut's laugh, a little menacing and unsettling, plus they have big teeth.

we did too much driving. it was spread over 19days which helped, but there wasnt much choice to get around the country. it is big and things are far apart. a private jet would have solved the driving and bird hitting issues. i think we ended up at about 3000miles.

now off to trek with the ponies and the snow in the mountain kingdom


antelope, doing antelope things, standing and eating.
mongoose, like timone, are awesome. there was a whole family that visited us daily.
Botswana has salt pans...something about evaporation, heat, no place for water to go but up.

Botswana is a desert


I am happy, i swear. The sun and water were very bright. i am also vertical. this is what the delta looks like from a dugout canoe.

Away

I am away for several weeks. Back in July at some point. Currently in Botswana. Almost hit a giraffe. did hit a bird.

see you later

Geese and Dassies

These are the 'nuggets of enlightenment' you find while reading scientific articles. Taken from Nature 426.

"When a female is sexually promiscuous, the ejaculates of different males compete for the fertilization of her eggs1; the more sperm a male inseminates into a female, the more likely he is to fertilize her eggs2. Because sperm production is limited and costly, theory predicts that males will strategically allocate sperm (1) according to female promiscuity1,3–5, (2) saving some for copulations with new females3,6,7, and (3) to females producing more and/or better offspring3,8. Whether males allocate sperm in all of these ways is not known, particularly in birds where the collection of natural ejaculates only recently became possible. Here we demonstrate male sperm allocation of unprecedented sophistication in the fowl Gallus gallus. Males show status-dependent sperm investment in females according to the level of female promiscuity; they progressively reduce sperm investment in a particular female but, on encountering a new female, instantaneously increase their sperm investment; and they preferentially allocate sperm to females with large sexual ornaments signalling superior maternal investment. Our results indicate that female promiscuity leads to the evolution of sophisticated male sexual behaviour."

Below are some of the 'logo' dassies i used for a recent presentation i made on my research. There is even a dassie wallpaper!

The answer

Mother or Vicki are the winners. it is in fact something to do with mushrooms. more accurately my roommates learn to cook and attempt to feed me the results. this one was green and ugly ugly ugly. we eventually decided to make it into muffins, which were much much better and not green.

"Kruncher"

Getting real familar with the bowel movements of these guys. not really what i had forseen for my time here, but hey what can you do?

Guess What this is. It is edible, i think

Mushrooms and Dassies

Lesotho 360

Mushroom hunting!

We have found an abundance of mushrooms. I think we could harvest enough to eat mushroom every night. So far the only cooking of mushrooms has been the mushroom pasta, mushroom quiche, and mushroom rice.

Dassies!

They are caught. They are caged. It is a little sad to see animals in cages. They need names. There are already some names floating around but nothing is certain. It is up to you to give them their proper titles for their life in captivity, about 2 months. Previously purposed names are Cletus, Fransisco, Mongo, and Didymus. There are six animals, that means six wonderful opportunities.

Dassie going into cage.

The quarry.




As for the last competition…lets just say it was the personal result of caving without a flashlight. Or rather turning off your flashlight while caving, scaring some friends and bumping into some rocks in the process.

Dassies and Arizona

Skipped some classes on Wednesday and headed to a local granite quarry with a bag of food and a raccoon trap. The plan was just to place the food out on the ground in a line and then watch to see what the little furry animals like to eat. Its called a cafeteria experiment. When we walked into the quarry little animals went scurrying in every direction, the place was infested with dassies. I laid out an apple, carrot, tomato, broccoli, sausage, dates, bread, rusks, and banana. Then stepped back about 20 yards and watched. Sure enough within 15mins the little buggers emerged from their rocky hiding places and began sampling in the delicacies presented to them. Apples and bread were the favorites. Egged on by the ease of which we had lured the animals out of the rocks, we decided to get the trap and try baiting it with bread. 10 minutes later we had two furry animals in the trap. One managed to back out under the door, but his friend was ours. The poor little bugger didn’t even notice or care that the trap had shut. It just continued to eat, even as we approached to within 10ft. We covered the trap, carried it back to the car and returned home. About an hour later we repeated the same process with the same ease to catch Cletus a friend, Francisco. Now we have two dassies and this weekend will hopefully catch 4 more and begin the long awaited Rock Hyrax Geochemistry Study.

This could almost be arizona

Thursday morning I got up at 3 am to go to the airport. Off to Bloemfontein, at least for a few hours, then drive to Maseru, Lesotho. Lesotho is known as the mountain kingdom and is completely surrounded by south Africa, in fact it is the only country to be completely enclosed by another. On the drive in, I saw the king pass going to Bloem, maybe for some shopping. I had a very nice and relaxing 5 day vacation visiting my almost step sister, her husband, and their 15month old daughter. Sara, ben and kadeysha. Spend most of a day driving around with a condom salesman, Mosito, stopping at bars, watching him try and sell condoms and questioning him about Lesotho, HIV, and life. He was a good guy and fun to talk to. Seeing the bars and the people around them was my first introduction to Lesotho and a good one.

We took an overnight trip to a lodge somewhere in the center of Lesotho. Neat little place and home of the worlds biggest commercial rappel next to a large waterfall. It was pretty, quite and it snowed.

Lesotho was very different from south Africa in general and even more different than cape town. Much more relaxed, much more friendly and it felt more alive. Probably because there were more people around or visibly working walking or sitting. Lesotho is a very rural place, interesting in that and I would definitely go back for a time.

bonus points if you can guess what this is or where it came from

Chickens and Caves

Two weeks gone since vacation! Only a few weeks left, and I am taking at least one, maybe two off!

Week after vacation I spent some time writing a paper on sustainable development and environmental impact assessment (EIA). Not particularly exciting, mostly synthesizing arguments made in the late 90’s by the UN and Canada for a more integrated approach to environmental management, but I think that’s what the prof wanted.

Also wrote a paper on water quality of some nearby river.

I don’t think I have commented on the mosquito situation in my room yet. My old room, the one with a view, never had mosquito problems. I had ants, but still have ants. They crawl over my screen, keyboard, bed, sheets, face, arms, clothes- all in search of food and without ever biting. I like the ants. Mosquitoes are not welcome. The first few nights in my room I suffered through constant buzzing in the ears and waking up with welts all over my body. Then I got smart and before going to bed went on a mosquito search. Found about 10 of the little bastards and killed them, only leaving behind a few bug/blood marks on the walls. I continued sleeping and killing just before bed for about a week. I was still tormented by buzzing in the years, and although the number of welts incurred per night decreased, each morning I still was finding new welts. One night I got smarter and went on a rampage. I clapped, squished and smashed every mosquito I could find in my room. I shook every item, curtain, book, shirt, sheet in order to flush out the little buggers, then went back around the room and flushed again to get the ones that had re-hid. I totaled over 50 for the night, and with bloody hands and even bloodier walls I slept soundly. Since that night it has now been nearly 3 months. Before bed every night I still go about my ritual killing. It is quite an efficient process now, I know the best hiding places- just flush and clap. I average 3 per night.

Went to a rugby game this weekend. That was good, but short, and the stadium was too big to see much. Also went spelunking, cave exploring. Checked out three sandstone caves, no limestone here. Managed to scrap up my knees in some tight squeezes, and get in some really good stealth hide-and-scare operations complete with growling noises or unexpected hair touches. There were also cave crickets.

I saw an awesome movie about food production this week. We Feed the World, half was on soya in Brazil and half was on chickens in Austria. The chicken footage was unbelievable, especially the shots of the young chicks and the slaughterhouse. Aesthetically great, full of repetition, texture, and shape. The movie was actually an informative piece, to bring the reality of mass or commercial farming/ poultry into focus. The birds were raised like crops and slaughtered.

In the next two weeks, I might actually get to go catch some dassies, believe it or not. The naming competition may yet happen. Next thurs I leave for Lesotho for a week.

April Vacation

April vacation or easter vacation or fall break or the equivalent of spring break came in two parts.

First part started Friday afternoon as a field camp for ecology class. We drove north about two hours to arrive at the Windstone Backpackers Riding and Adventure Centre. A crazy dusty place in the middle of the desert. A small oasis that will serve as home for the next several days. We actually didn’t come for riding or adventure. We came to play in the nearby salt water lagoon, but someone forgot to book the place on the lagoon, so we got to stay at windstone with the horses.

Each day was a new activity. One day spent sieving mud for little creatures then identifying and counting. One day spent counting and identifying creatures on rocky shores. One days spent collecting plants and measuring leaves, chemicals in leaves, and spines. And one day spent fishing with beach seine nets. Beach fishing was the best. We caught sting rays, but they didn’t kill us, we just let them go carefully, avoiding barb through the heart situation. We caught way too many little fish each time and let most go..we took way too many with us, and since they were dead already we had to count and identify them all. Touching thousands(in total maybe 7000) of little fish is kind of fun and its scales all over you. Eventually you get bored silly and start making the fish walk and talk, or carefully positioning fish in surprising locations next to unaware people.

My group, or at least the back seat. Meg, Jess, Gena, Stef. middle seat-luke, my hat, rob.

After work, evenings were spent eating meat and starch and sitting around the fire. Izaac drinks fire

I came up with a great april fools prank, but was unable to garner support staff to pull it off. The plan was to get up early in the morning and tie a certain person (willingly) to the front of one of the cars. The idea was that the profs would find him and feel bad for him and go questing to find the culprits which didn’t exist. Can you imagine coming out to your car at sunrise to find a poor little boy that has been tied to your car overnight? Hilarious.

We came back on Wednesday and then left thrusday for a roadtrip up the east coast.

Day one, 30min in the car dies. It was a friends car with problems. Open up the hood, have a look around, find a strange substance resembling cappacino in color oozing from the carburetor. Not sure how it got there, but pretty sure it is a nice oil water froth. = bad for car, and roadtrip. Tow car to nearby garage, say we will deal with it in a week. Rent car and keep going, with 4 hour delay. Rental car is not station wagon like friends car.. Arrive at hostel and camp on grass. We have one 3 person tent for five people. The original plan was to have two sleep in the back of the wagon with seats down. I sleep outside until it rains. Then I sleep in the camry. Luckily only one night of rain for the whole trip. Next day look for rain ponchos with no luck, drive some more to tutseecomma(spelled wrong) national park where we will stay for the next two days.

Caravan village ho! The np actually resembles a township in that there are numerous small odd shaped dwellings tightly packed with lots of idle people milling around. The np is full of caravans, and tents, or tent mansions. Some of these tents are 500sq feet in total. There is the master tent, the kids tent, the dining canopy, and the cooking canopy. They have all been assigned to squares in the grass and each extends to the edge of its allotment. Strange and not all that appealing. We setup our meager 3 person tent with no atrium, entry way, separate rooms, electricity, home office, kitchenette, storage room, spare bedroom and park our car next to it. Izaac and I sleep outside and some guy comes to tell us it is against the rules and we shouldn’t because there are leopards roaming about and it is against the rules. I say thank you for the warn and he mumbles and wanders off.

Proving I am alive

A strange lady walks through our site, a few feet from me one morning on her way to the bathroom. I say strange because she then on returning came back through our camp and stopped to talk. She did this both days. They were here for a week with the kids. Living in capetown now, but lived in texas for a few years. Strange. She could not figure out how it was possible to sleep outside and freeze to death, it was probably 60F at night.

I spent lots of time reading, thinking, watching waves and the sky. On the way back we stopped at a farmstall and got some dried fruit and grapes. Vacation over. Now 8 weeks or so of UCT then summer/winter break. Who knows what that will hold.

Yummy mushrooms

shiny grasshopper cricket thing deposition eggs




proving my existance again



jumbo cricket, or king cricket
some dead bees i found in an abonded house after i snuck in the window and scared the rest of my group away be pretending to be a wild animal

Casey is the winner

It was predator 2. i dont know how rocketeer or rocketman comes from a slaughterhouse on fire with the predator in it.

good job casey. i dont know what people are thinking, nobody here got it. it is obvious.

April Spring Easter Fall Vacation Vac

I leave in a hour for a five day field camp for my ecology class. Five days of looking at plant defenses to herbivory, collecting marine samples for someone's phd thesis and looking at fish communities for someone else. I cant help but get the feeling we are being used. People from previous years have spoke highly of this field camp, but they also spoke highly of the class. They said the camp made the class good. We will see. As i may have mentioned, the class is not good.

After the field camp, i have 4 or 5 days of traveling up the eastern coast and relaxing. this will happen, but in what form i am unsure. left it to some other people to plan. i am in charge of food.

then i am back for the second quarter, another invigorating 7 weeks of class. seems like a paltry amount of time, but it is established and accepted that a semester is 13 weeks of boredom.

On a positive note…two other students and I have started a pseudo ocean carbon flux class. It is not for credit and did only start the 6^th week of term, but it meets more than the other classes, is actually interesting, the prof actually knows something, and the info presented is actually worthwhile, as opposed to copied out of a textbook.

I spent the afternoon freeze grinding shit into homogenous powder for isotope analysis. No word on the status of our dassie application, but I did by chance bump into the head of the animal ethics committee. He said he hadn’t read my app yet, but was concerned. He assured me the committee would meet soon....as in sometime in the next month. They are all very busy people.

Back around the 10^th.

Wine Tasting and Human Interest

It has been requested of me to include more stories about things that are not rocks. Apparently rocks are not interesting, so I have made some effort here to include some more human interest stories, enjoy.

The weekend started at 5 on Friday with ultimate Frisbee until 7. Followed by the wine society wine tasting at 7. We tasted 4 wines from Constantia uitsig…chenin, sav blanc, chard, and a red blend. Frisbee and wine society are weekly activities that start all weekends for me. At 8 I walked from the wine society to the mountain and ski club wine and cheese party. Was there until 12, then walked back to the house ate pizza and went to bed around 1. woke up at 7 ate breakfast and walked to get on the bus to go on a wine tasting tour with the wine society. Got back at 6, spent some time with the Australians and their sa firstyear friends as they did a centurion. Followed by dinner around 10 and then a two hour life philosophy conversation with wes. Thoughts and topics brought up in our discussion gave rise to the current feeling of satisfaction this weekend. That and plans to make donuts in the morning.

Throughout the weekend and my time here at uct I keep having the same thought….that is a growing appreciation for a liberal arts education. The thought is not so much about the content of the education, although that in itself has merit and probably contributes to the focus of the thought. The focus is on how the environment, be it the selection process or the education system itself concentrates certain types of people and how thankful I am to be in contact with those people. Being away from Pomona for a year has definitely taught me that that certain type of person I find at Pomona does not occur in high densities outside Pomona. In fact they are damn hard to find.

I can attribute this point more to wes than anything. He described the lifestyle or the pace of the life style liberal arts college enforce on the students…basically overwhelm yourself and try and survive. Some might think that my weekend plans from going from one event that ends just as the next starts from 11am on Friday until now, 1am Sunday is a bit too busy. I don’t know if this has anything to do with attempting to swim after being thrown in the pool, but it is busy and has nothing to do with academics. Granted wes was talking about academics, classes along with work and social engagements, but it is still interesting to contemplate the effect of the liberal arts style on my lifestyle.

Wine tasting was centered around the Wellington harvest festival. Went to about 6 wineries and tasted lots of very different wine, some good, some bad and some I liked. There was a pervasive feeling of the classiness and a sense of ego thou ought the day. I was just there to enjoy myself and to explore some wine. Others were there to demonstrate their excellence in wine tasting ability, in particular their ability to memorize and recite reviews from a commercially available wine guide..there is only one for SA.

A common story among the wineries was that they were purchased around 10 years ago by established people who employ winemakers to make wine with owner’s name on it. One particular winery was owned by a beast of a man. He was at least 6.4, but that isn’t so unusual. What was unusual was the size his various parts, chest, head, neck, wrists. His wrist was at least the size of my calf. There was good reason he didn’t wear I watch. There was magazine article in the tasting room about how as a lad he was forced to play rugby due to his size, but his true passion lay with cricket and hence the reason he put in a cricket green on his farm. His name was Schalk Burger and he had two beasts of sons.

Here is a shot of the random fridge that just showed up in the living room one day…a gift from the gods maybe? Either way we have begun to play pictionary on it. Can you guess the movie depicted?

I decorated my room with some magazine pictures..this is one of the best.

This is a gross sponge that lived in the kitchen way too long. Then it got replaced and found new employment migrating around the house with little notes attached to it. Wes and izaac slept with it a few nights, without nowing

Donut creations

Massive grasshopper again

Another view east from cape town…taken on hike Sunday.