Recovering, we took it easy today, although we did head out for a good hash. On the run, one of the marines said a bit more then he was supposed to. Next weekend would see the ‘mid-winter’, freezing your ass of in Vumba in between two runs and lots of beer and the marine couldn’t go because ‘there have to be two Americans’. I asked him three times what it was he meant, but he wouldn’t even acknowledge my questions. It did become clear he wasn’t talking about Americans in general, but about marines or, at best, government employees. Intriguing, no?