Sleep is for Flights

Off to a rough start...
Swallowing gigantic malaria pill on an empty stomach = recipe for the toilet bowl.


Actual pill size.

Eating mama's food = the cure-all...


T-minus 1 hour to the Hartsfield-Jackson airport, bathroom stop in Amsterdam, Sunday night arrival in Arusha.
Can't wait to sleep next to my favorite halitoxic snorers and have elbow fights and pillow talk behind adorable screaming babies!

Kwaheri! Siwezi kusema Kiswahili. Hatari Mbuni.
(Goodbye! I can't speak Swahili. Danger Ostrich.)