The last few days have been crazy crazy, trying to buy everything I need (ffff, that reminds me, brb to take a doxycycline (my anti-malarial), which I've been about to take for the last four hours). Sadly, my traveling companion isn't going to be able to come anymore, so I've been madly contacting safaris to see who will let a solo traveler join onto a group. This is shockingly more difficult than you would expect, as it turns out most safaris book private tours of 2-6 people and being a solo traveler tacks on an additional $1000-3000, which is quite a bit more than the total safari cost for a person in a group. Needless to say, that's not happening.
A small kink in my packing plans: I just discovered that the towel I was going to bring to Africa is no longer with us. It appears I left it in a dryer at Stanford. Clever of me.
On the bright side, the mini swiss army knife I got at REI has both an orange peeler (and scraper?) and a cuticle pusher (along with the normal nail file, which I've never understood being included in swiss army knives). So at least I will be able to peel oranges without ruining my fabulous fingernails in Africa. This is important.
p.s. I am pretty sure the doxycycline is stuck in my throat. I can feel it every time I swallow.
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