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The fresh breath of the ocean fills our lungs and minds. Ancient sail across striped blue and turquoise waters, with black skies behind them. The sun shines brightly off of the swath of white sail. As we into the small village of Nungwi from our bungalow, we sometimes have to wade shoulder high through the waters when the tide is in . Tiny jellyfish sting our legs and sides, while schools of thousands nfl"~:;;"aiii;;:= silverfish slither around our legs. When it is my turn to do the washing, I find a scorpion in Lisa's sock. I brush my hand over his tail, then guiltily kill it with my sandal, afraid it might come back for more. The~~""","'1"""_~~"';:;'_~ ______ ";"""" ___ ':"_"';:;:;;;;;::;:;;::;':'''''''_''':''''':::-:::;:.j rain comes down like a breath of waterfall. We dive down deep into &.,;,, ________________ _ the black waters, as dolphins dance around us. kindness and poverty, these thieves and misfortune. Fuck possession and material things that consume our lives and make others see us as better off when really there is no better off. We're all trying not to screw up, trying to keep our pathetic little heads somehow above water. Endless hassles from touts, a camera stolen, the rain pouring down like an evil curtain. Lisa is lying nearby, silent and sweating from fever. A rock flies in the window. Glass cuts my face. We laugh. Fish tailing through the first rains of the season, a horny male elephant with flapping ears and a trumpeting trunk charges our jeep. All the animals of the world are before us, galloping and munching and mating in the crisp green grass. Nights, though, are filled with nightmares. Lisa is talking in her sleep. "Pictures," she says. I am thinking of Uganda and the eight tourists slain there just a few weeks ago. I am sleeping, but I know that I am awake and that a guard is Sitting on the edge of my cot with his gun. And now he is looking at me, moving toward me, laying next to me. My eyes fly open in the darkness, my ears strain back, as if they might hear better that way. I talk to myself for a time and finally convince my leg to move, to prove to the rest of me that there is no one in my bed. There is no one in the tent, apart from Lisa, dreaming about photographs. l.iWiul11 Il."ei1l11S *Larium is a powerful anti-malarial drug given out like candy by silent doctors. The label warns of nausea and dizziness. But many people experience temporary, disabling side effects-severe enough to prevent them from carrying on day-to-day activities. Confusion, visual disturbances, anxiousness, panic attacks, convulsions, headaches, hallucinations and extreme nightmares. One young man, after taking his third dose, jumped from his second story hotel room window and is now a paraplegic. There are numerous lawsuits against the makers of this lifesaving/life-threatening has no will, who is free of restrictions. The pleasure of the true dreamer, the free spirit, is that of the traveler. Out here things happen without any interference from everyday life, without any control and, finally, as the mummy moves into another world, so does the traveler enter a new land. 39