Walking through the Swazi Plaza, enjoying my caramel ice cream cone, I met a man who informed me that he was a travelling monk who had been wandering around the world for the last 14 years. He asked me for directions to the nearest Game (a store similar to Target), sold me a new age book on the spirituality of yoga for 1 lilangeni (20 cents), and told me I had a spontaneous spirit. ("spontaneous spirit" may or may not have translated as "low cut shirt").
I call that a successful Friday.
1 comment:
I have to agree with the traveling monk . . . about your spirit . . . not the shirt
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