February 20th. I apologize for the reverse order of things, but am just getting these previous writings posted. This was written on the 20th.

Yesterday was memorably painful. I awoke in the morning having been visited by montazuma's African cousin. COLOBLO. As all Swahili words end with a vowel, the N and W were dropped from the English words "colon blow"when this African deity was named. To make matters worse (Much worse) we drove for a grueling seven hours over REALLY bumpy roads causing me to go into lactic acidosis from colon cramps. When we arrived at our destination below Mount Kilimanjaro, I was completely exhausted and in a sweat from the long battle with my own sphincter. I Immediately ran to the closest bathroom where I severely mistreated the facilities and the surrounding air for a Kilometer. Kelly was relentless in her comments about being unable to breath the air in our room for a couple of hours. I felt absolutely ill that night with aches and chills, and severe whinitis. Thankfully though the powers of Immodium, pepto bismol, and a few rounds of worship to COLOBLO in the sacred bathrooms (which Kelly will tell amplify sound greatly), I awoke this morning significantly improved and by mid day was back to normal.
We did another game drive this evening, and the excitement of seeing a baboon, giraffe, or zebras has waned some. For those animals the only thing that can improve their beauty for us would be to see one of them chased down and eaten. Nothing personal.