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Up the Mungo

Looking into the distance, Juan says that deciding not to wait for the train was a good idea, as hacking through hundreds of miles of dense jungle is always more interesting than waiting for a train.  I agree, and add that, in any instance, heading up the Mungo River and climbing Mount Cameroon is always more fun than enduring an omphalopsychitically tedious train journey.

To celebrate, we open barrels of Vintage Laphroaig, Benrinnes, Glenmorangie and Tamdhu Private Reserve and offer toast after toast to macaroon makers everywhere.  Then, remembering that we are rampantly behind schedule and have to leave immediately, we blow up our bagpipes and, playing the ‘Highland Walloch’ and ‘The Canty Quean of Aberfeldy,’ we blunder up the Mungo, as fast as we possibly can.

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