Africa

I stepped out of a waste hut in the Jungle. The tribe to whom the hut belongs seemed to have never seen a white man before. They invited me to a tribal dinner, at which they thawed out Charile, my frozen wooly mammoth from Nepal and a witch doctor rummaged through his hut and pulled out an extra arm and feet for me. I was very grateful, since I lost mine earlier this week. He couldn't find an extra butt, however. This was a bit displeasing. It's hard to sit through a feast when you don't have a butt. (I froze it off in Nepal when I found Charlie.) The feast was mid morning, about ten o'clock and afterwards we took a hunt through the jungle. I killed a blue butt baboon, and the witch doctor fastened his onto mine. I started to protest, but since I ususally wear pants over it anyway, it wasn't like anyone was really going to notice. As it is tradition, I married one of the tribal daughters. Her name, as far I can make out, is Dhroto. Either that or that's the word for wife. I'm not sure. I'm not sure that I'll be able to take her with me, since it would be hard for me to communicate to her how to work the Beef jerky with Teleportation properties. In exchange for my wife, I decided to leave them Charlie, who after being frozen for a few thousand years has developed a bit of a cold. The heat should be good for him, and if he doens't make it, he'll fed them for at lest a month. Tomorrow is the last day of my vacation. I think I'm going to South America.