Travels with Moron: Part 2

The farther Moses and I went into the bush, the more vulnerable I became. No one in the world knew where I was, or whom I was with. I didn't know. This was quickly developing into one of those ?what were they thinking? moments you see on the news as the reporter tries to piece together the last known whereabouts of a missing tourist. Hedging my bet, I told Moses I'd pay him half of my "excursion fee" when we got back to Arusha. I figured it needed to be in someone?s best interest to keep me alive and well.

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