Blog 38 by Tan: A Market for the Larger Woman While Mick slept and sweated and shivered with fever I tried to decide what to do with him. He maintained he didn’t want to go to a hospital that night and just wanted to sleep. He was rocking a 39.9 degree temperature and was too hot…

Blog 37 by Mick: Revenge of the African Racing Chicken The formalities of the border crossing were pretty simple, although it wasn’t long after parking the bikes that we involuntarily acquired a ‘helper’, who followed us around like a bad smell. In fact we ended up with three ‘helpers’. One was a kid who we threw…