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Monkey kola

Monkey kola

From the outside, it looks like a dark, bumpy root or something - which it probably is, I actually don't know. Inside, it has 3 or 4 pieces (hmmm, I'm actually guessing about this as well since I haven't seen it peeled, only whole and on a plate).

Okay, the point of this all is that I've eaten one and I wanted to describe it to you. It's a lot like lichee, only firmer, less sweet, less watery and much larger. But really, it is similar to lichee!

Well, that was a failure - my attempt to describe monkey kola to you. I'll make it up to you by commenting on the weather. Humidity is high today - as always - but for once it's actually warm. You may think I should not be asking for warm weather, I'll get enough of it soon enough, and I agree with you, however, it has been very cool, not just in Bamenda, but also here in the village, and I was so thoroughly warned about the heat here that I packed pretty much exclusively for that, and have very little to keep me warm when the sun is not beating down. So, for today anyway, Hurrah for the warmth!

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Michael said…
I enjoy reading about your adventures... though I can't imagine those Prov books are helping you AT ALL.

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