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Pics of the team... bye Goma


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I’m leaving on Monday [make that Wednesday]. Taking the Okapi bus, where new friends are made in your lap (the guy who sat on Nelson’s lap on the way in invited him to his wedding). Barrelling to
I will be thinking about little Itebero, the baby mountain gorilla who resembles a dwarf with a beerbelly in a monkey suit, taking his guard’s hand and gingerly ambling away from me and BJ into his room. Why can’t I have that job—gorilla tender… long ago I came here trying to find a gorilla to marry. Itebero is too young, but at least I’ll leave knowing I found the perfect monkey wife: curious, intrepid, not too itchy, capable of emitting a fine and sonorous “oop.”
This has been a grand, sometimes trying but all around unbelievable trip. Still lots of work to do. But we have a movie, come what may. With tanks, senators, protest marches and some very tough but redemptive stories.
See ya...