...and five admittedly pretty tea cups were offered in exchange for lovely me. Matt politely declined. I on the other hand, if asked, would not have been offended at the promise of life under the warm North African sun, with tame monkeys and sinuous snakes at my feet and the lush smell of mosc in the air. Two and a half months of drizzle and down pours on this windy shoal have taken they’re toll...
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