I've got the day off today, so I'm going for a fly. Who wants to come along with me? Anyone? Anyone? I think I can borrow a couple of brooms from the shop...
I think I've found a flaw in this immortality gig. When you look like you're 15, it's hard to get anyone to take you seriously enough to hire you for a job that doesn't include the phrase, "Would you like fries with that?"
This place gets fantastic light at times. Especially at dawn and dusk. I have used up almost all of my charcoal sticks, and I don't think I've ever gone through pastels quite so quickly. I didn't think anywhere could get better light than Mombasa.