Day 61: August 30
Who needs an alarm clock when you have a cluster of peacocks outside your window. Of course it be nice if they didn't sound like a bunch of clown horns going off at 5am. I woke up so confused at this high pitch squawking happening outside, which had somehow been incorporated into my dream as a bunch of clowns on toy cars honking at each other. After two years in South Africa I've learned to sleep through the roosters - and even load House music - but these peacocks were something else. By the end of the week I might be able to sleep in, but I don't count on it.
